tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806109315269086872.post1378985138582623938..comments2023-03-25T06:22:43.972-07:00Comments on What I Didn't Expect: Busman's HolidaySarah Vallelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04125894363839049529noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806109315269086872.post-69184136022747041992013-09-17T18:24:18.840-07:002013-09-17T18:24:18.840-07:00And all this is with a loving appreciative husband...And all this is with a loving appreciative husband! My kid's father has a mother's day boycott that's now in it's 7th year (long story). He never once even whispered to Roscoe "say happy mother's day" or had him call me this year when we were apart for the day. <br /><br />But what really made me done with it is the previous Mother's day, when I spent the entire morning cleaning blood off the sidewalk and the steps of my kids school with a bunch of other moms in the neighborhood. A young man had been shot the night before outside my apartment, ran bleeding up the block, and died. The police didn't clean up the blood, and it was hot out. There were flies. Turns out that my kid's dad took him out to a nice brunch while I did that. So yeah, fuck mother's day from now on. I only can think of that mom who lost her son on Philip street that year, and the origin of the holiday- a war protest of grieving mothers.<br /><br />Bummer, sorry. I really like your writing and this just came to mind.rananoreply@blogger.com