First Mothers Day

Back in my "yoof", I used to spend hours debating with my father the use of the apostrophes in the name of one of my former employers, St Paul's Girls' School. Those days are gone and I am a bit stuck on where it should be in Mothers Day (or indeed whether there might be more to life). A day belonging to many mothers (Mothers' Day)? A day for just one's own mother (Mother's Day)? Mothers used as an adjective (Mothers Day)? Who knows. One yearns for the British "Mothering Sunday", even though it's a bit of a cop out. Anyway. So that Alice doesn't feel different or left out in her chats around the see-saw at Gymberoo, we have decided to keep English Mothers Day for our own Mothers and Australian Mothers Day for me. It also keeps me on my toes when it comes to the constant streams of greetings cards required for UK relatives.

Alice managed to buy me a Clarins gift set, which I thought showed early signs of sensitivity and taste. I would have had breakfast in bed if I hadn't had to get up and feed her/ faff around with the express machine for the next feed and then insisted on watching the good wishes on the ticker tape on Weekend Sunrise in a vague hope I might get a mention along with the westies (real life examples, with more apostrophe issues: "Mum your gr8, luv K8", "Thanks Mum for being there for me when I crashed my yute" etc). But coffee and banana bread on the sofa was a good second.

The rest of the day was spent at the Alcorn-Kurtzes' house (really am struggling with that apostrophe) where the cat had disappeared up the chimney, Alice was assigned her very own bedroom for her sleeps and we were fed and watered royally. Alice seems to have gone off her Uncle Tom somewhat, however, and screamed each time he spoke to her in the car, as well as displaying a quivering bottom lip when he looked in her direction over lunch. I can't wait until I can enjoy a proper Alcorn lunch without needing to be the designated driver. It certainly looked like fun.

We didn't remember to take any photos to commemorate the day until we got home and these fairly accurately but unspectacularly capture our mood by 7.30pm. Knackered!