Soon I will have my first Mother’s Day. I tried to claim last Mother’s Day as I was six months pregnant but to no avail, it didn’t earn me present and pampering status. This Mother’s Day should be good, Mr Wrigglebot is still too young to present me with paintings and toilet roll holders and lavender satchels and pressed flowers and painted rocks and hankies (I just like the word hankies so I thought I would throw it in there) so there is a chance that I might get something semi-decent from husband on Wrigglebot’s behalf.

A great present that we used at Christmas time, but would be great for Mother’s Day, was a personalised album from albumprinter.com.au. It was really easy, we downloaded the software inserted our pictures into the project, put words in and then uploaded it and we had it within a week. The beauty of this particular program was that we were free to customise it however we wanted and so we made ours like a picture story book, ‘The story of Oxford… so far.’ To say that the grandparents liked it was an understatement, we have strangers coming up to us in the street telling us how much they liked our book.

Last year I was thinking that the degree of Mother’s Day presents and pampering should be based on the particular mother’s job performance for the past year; for example, if your kids are grown and no longer living at home perhaps you get a card and flowers if you have three kids under the age of three then you deserve a massage, breakfast in bed, expensive presents, meals cooked for you, basically the whole day to yourself. Now, however, I have been through pregnancy, birth and the first eight months of Wrigglebot’s life and say that mothers should get all the pampering possible on Mother’s Day for the rest of their lives based solely on the fact that they have undergone pregnancy, birth and sleepless nights.

So… husband if you are reading this, in appreciation of my job performance and in recognition of my commitment to the job of motherhood, I was thinking a bag for my laptop would be great.

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