Mother's Day, Our Way

"Just don't go cryin' to your mommy when I spank you in front of all these people, White."

I really hate people.


Let me rephrase that. I really hate dealing with people. Especially hungry people who have an overdeveloped sense of entitlement and very little patience.

You know—people like me.

My custom-built Mother's Day cards. :)

So our Mother's/Father's Day tradition has been to avoid the long lines of families filling the lobbies of every single restaurant in the United States and spend the day relaxing at home instead. The Person of Honor chooses a restaurant and the other spouse goes and picks up carry-out. We eat at home in front of the television, as God intended, and then usually try to squeeze in a nap.

It's glorious.

So I didn't cook, I didn't clean, I changed only one diaper, and I slept in. Past nine. When I got out of bed there were happy, breakfasted children and a smiling Husband waiting for me with homemade cards. When we were ready for lunch, I called in our order to Olive Garden and Husband picked it up while I snuggled my munchkins. And then we just did a whole lotta nothin' for the rest of the day.

Maybe someday we'll do the whole bbq-and-cornhole thing, but for now, while our kids are young, I prefer just to hang out with my little family and forgo the majority of my responsibilities for a day.

What are your family's traditions? Do you gather the generations in one place? Do you go out or stay in? Is there chocolate?