I am a bad mother. I know this because my youngest son told me so. He told me while avoiding eye contact because he can’t bear to look at me at the moment.
My heinous crime? I didn’t write a birthday post for him.
Whoops.
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Spud turned seventeen twelve days ago. He loved his Vivquilt (it went straight on the bed, as you can see). He liked his other presents (especially the money). He enjoyed his brother’s homemade birthday cake (coming in another post). He snaffled the bulk of the cakes he took into school to celebrate. He had a great day.
Great. That’s what I want for him.
Moving on…
Five days later:
Spud: Hey, Mum…where’s my birthday post?
Mum: I didn’t do one this year; you don’t read my blog any more.
Spud [indignant]: Yes I do!
Mum: No you don’t. Whenever I ask you, you say you haven’t read it.
Spud [patient]: I’ve told you – I read it in clumps. I expected a birthday post.
Mum: Sorry, sweetie.
Six days after that:
Spud [indignant]: Hey, Mum…where’s my birthday post?
Mum: I didn’t do one this year; you don’t read my blog any more.
Spud [irritated]: Yes I do!
Mum: No you don’t. Whenever I ask you, you say you haven’t read it.
Spud [impatient]: I’ve told you – I read it in clumps. I expected a birthday post.
Mum: Sorry, sweetie.
Spud: [hurt]: Call yourself a mother! I want a birthday post.
Mum [scrambling]: I’ve got one planned – the Weekly Photo Challenge is ‘Love’ and I’m going to feature the cake your brother made for you.
Spud [outraged]: That’s about Tory Boy! I want my own post!
Mum: But you never read my… [a scuffle breaks out]
Consider me chastened.
Happy Birthday, Spud. I may be a neglectful mother but I do love you.
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Oh, Mum. How could you?!
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I’m dreadful, aren’t I?
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That Princess birthday card cracked me up! I said Happy Birthday to you on the day, but you don’t read your Mum’s blog!
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That was his brother’s card, of course 🙂
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Is that all?! That’s ok then – easily remedied. I thought you were going to say he was acting up about your new writing room!
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He would never do that – he likes living here.
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Hang your head, Mum! 🙂 Happy belated birthday, Spud!
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Oh, you missed a trick there, Tilly. You should have replied “And I write your Birthday posts in clumps. Call back when you’re twenty-six and they’ll be ten of them all together!”
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Oh, that’s a good one! Wish I’d thought of it.
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It’s never too late to pretend! In fact, that’s one of my golden rules in life: It’s never too late to pretend it was my joke in the first place. 🙂
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😀
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Why is it that we, the youngest sons must always have such abuse hurl upon us ….’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune’
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To blog or not to blog about his birthday – that is the question.
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That is just plain sadistic! 🙂
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Him, me or the princess birthday card?
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The card, of course! As a lad, I would have been mortar-fired! That is, mortified enough to want to fire a mortar.
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Fortunately, they are very close 🙂
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oppsy! lol
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Haha! Oops.
Belated happy birthday wishes to him!
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Thanks 🙂
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Tilly, how could you? He’s just a boy………
Reading your posts in clumps… I bet he loves you too.
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He made me a cup of tea just now, so I think so 🙂
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Just offer to post a detailed post about his teenage years for his 18th birthday. Include details and pics of his first birthday, his first day at school, and details about his first date etc. I’m sure he will gladly offer you the day off. 😛
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It’s a nice idea! I’ll try it.
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That knock on the door you hear is Social Services, Child Abuse Division. If you show them this post, perhaps they will drop the charges.
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That little grass!
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Wouldn’t it be fun to write a real tell-all and “post” it .. although not really. Just so he would THINK that it was posted. I’m having fun just thinking about it. oh, dear… what does that say about me?
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You are a closet truth-teller 🙂
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Spud, happy birthday. And next year it’s gonna take more than a pouty face to get a post like this out of your mama! Just sayin’…..
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You tell him! And then bite him!
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Great birthday post 😀 Lucky Spud! lol 🙂
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I think so 😀
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🙂
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Happy belated b-day, Spud!
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Thats so funny – especially the card !
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His brother, of course 😦
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When my girlfriends hit 50- I give sympathy cards! 🙂
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Ow! 🙂
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Made me happy. You are awesome.
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Made me happy. Your comment. 😀
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Isn’t it a mother’s lot in life, children finding fault no matter what. They want a us to not write about them then they do if we don’t. It’s hard being mommy.
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Actually, I’m quite fortunate – my children are narcissists 😀
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he wants his moment in the spotlight too!!!!!! whether he actually reads the blogs or not. kids, can’t live with out them and can’t live with them. heheh. happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you!!!
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LOL Love that card!! that is hilarious — only between brothers I guess. haha So happy belated Spud. If you’re reading this 😉
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You are naughty mum!
Happy belated Birthday Spud!
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Happy Birthday, Spud. 😀
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I think Spud and Ming must somehow be related!
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Poor Tilly you have now scared that boy for life, and I bet next year he will pretend to forget your birthday… but I would write a nice belated blog for him if I were you. 🙂
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He’s too scared of me to DARE forget my birthday!
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It’s a teen thing 🙂
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Happy Birthday, Spud and much aloha from the middle of the Pacific ocean! I’m sending you some birthday sunshine.
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We could sure use it!
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But he DOES read your blog… once a year around the time you should be publishing his birthday post 😉
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Three smileys for that one!
😀 😀 😀
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Well belated happy birthday Spud For goodness sake Mrs do him a birthday post or you will never hear the end of it…we all know you love Spud but he wants a birthday post of his own…you are depriving your child…could be mental child abuse ! He! he!
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He’s always threatening to report me – he might really do it this time 🙂
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Not even a birthday poem for your youngest child? You’ll have to do some making up for this, Linda. Groveling even. For shame. But I can understand. He wasn’t reading your posts–except the one he was looking for.
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Don’t worry – he’s punishing me by making me rehearse with him 🙂
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I hope you have satisfied that sweet and persistent young man! Happy Birthday, belated is still a good thing, to Spud! Now you have to see if he only read this in clumps!
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I suppose comes with the package of being a mum … if you right … you do wrong .. if you don’t do it – you should have done it.
If you done it .. you shouldn’t had.
So next year remember!
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Don’t worry, I’ve learned my lesson!
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Happy belated b-day, Spud! You are fortunate – only one brother, I had four and they played terrible tricks on me.
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Poor kid. You’d better not forget next year and make a big deal out of his 18th birthday. 🙂
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“Happy Belated Birthday to you Spud! 🙂
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