I don't really want to complain. I've long since accepted that Mother's Day as a separated parent is always gonna be underwhelming. I don't expect my son's dad to make overtures- it's not his job to make me feel special today. I don't expect my s/o to dote on me- I'm not the mother of his child, after all (and let's be honest, even if I was, I know what he's capable of on occasions like this- which isnt a lot). And frankly, my only son is 10 years old, and I can't really expect him to buy me a bouqet and give the apartment a solid deep clean.

It's like this every year- a limbo of low expectations because I don't really expect anyone in my life to deeply appreciate my role as a mother on a personal level, nor can I really fault them for it. I didn't even get a card. I made the most of it by spending quality time with my kid but for the most part it was a boring day filled with chores, grocery shopping and making dinner. But I also went out and treated myself. I got a big iced coffee and two new shirts at Hot Topic. I watched The Office and played checkers with my kid. All in all not a bad day. But in general, I didn't feel celebrated or appreciated.

I guess at least I know where I stand and I'm not disappointed. But I admit its kind of a lame, sucky place to be- not celebrated by anyone particularly on a day that I'm supposed to be.