I’m not a huge fan of Mother’s Day, at all. I love my mom, I love being a mom, I love that we always spend the weekend on the Cape with family, and that’s good enough for me.
For Mother’s Day, were in the car at dinnertime and couldn’t find a New Haven (or Fairfield) pizza joint that could accommodate us without an hour plus wait (for takeout). I was just grateful not to be dressed in stockings, stiff clothing and uncomfortable shoes, like the lady I saw in the McDonalds when we stopped for a pee.
I decided that we were probably screwed in the dinner-on-the-road department, it being Mother’s Day and all. We kept on going, and arrived home well past our usual dinner hour. We ordered sushi, and when it came, we were so desperately hungry that we inhaled our meal in silence. I didn’t even take a photo.
