Thankfully this particular Mother’s Day, I was fortunate enough to experience all consuming painful menstrual cramps!
This allowed me to be engrossed in physical anguish en lieu of the emotional kind which is prompted by every Mother’s Day now that my sister, mother of three, is dead!
Thanks Mother Nature, the most ruthless mother of all 🙂
Instead of weeping and thinking about how Rowan, Ellis and Grant have no one to give macaroni cards to or burn pancakes for every May for the rest of their little lives, I decided to partake in National Dance Like A Chicken Day, the alternative to Mother’s Day, and film Duncan impersonating a chicken to the Chicken Dance song, then eat a thing of Robaxacet
He did a terrible job but I let him think it was great. That’s what Mother’s do, amiright?