Mother’s Day Woes

Having now learned that the “She’s not my mother” theory doesn’t allow a father to ignore the effort and sacrifice of the mother of one’s children, I now face one of my favorite perennial stress events, driven again by a complete lack of planning. Yes, I have a gift (which she personally selected) and even a card, but I still feel the need to take the War Department and her progeny to some kind of nice meal. Of course, I have not made any reservations, and Old Faithful (Clyde’s) is booked.


Maybe Chuck E. Cheese.