Wife: FAIL

When Mother's Day rolled around, I had high expectations. REALLY high. If I'm going to be parenting alone Monday-Friday, GJ better do something pretty awesome to account for the fact that I'm doing a hellofalotof mothering around here.

GJ was a tad surprised when I informed him of this. I think he expected he could slack on a Mother's Day celebration since weekends are his only time home. But there was NO WAY I was going to let him slack -- this is MY DAY, and I better be getting the rockstar treatment.

GJ did not disappoint. He surprised me with a spa treatment Saturday -- complete with a hot stone massage, facial and pedicure.

Mother's Day was equally as lovely. After a big breakfast, GJ obeyed every one of my demands to take care of Peanut. Because there's no better way to celebrate Mother's Day then defying the very role the day is named after.

I started off the day saying "I'm not changing a single diaper." I then added any monotonous task, like getting Peanut in and out of the carseat or taking her up and down the stairs. I later declared I wouldn't be feeding her or just picking her up in general, unless she wanted to give me a hug or a kiss. But then she kissed me with snot coming out her nose and it got on my lip, so by the end of the day, the only motherly duty I held onto was looking at Peanut.

I'll admit, I went a little power hungry.

Then comes the week before Father's Day. Yes, the week before. I let GJ know that he's getting nothing for Father's Day -- no special breakfast in bed, no gift, probably not even an obligatory Father's Day feel-up -- because I was going to be so busy that week.

I won't bore you with the details, but because of a race, two receptions, a late night drive to retrieve my car and a church lesson, I really did not have a spare minute to do anything for GJ.

Really. Not a thing.

This really should be my sign that I just have too many responsibilities to make life enjoyable. But no, it becomes a challenge and a screwed-up prioritization game where I put a celebration honoring my well-deserving husband last on the list.

...but he didn't have to change a single diaper.