Mother's Day Brunch

Jaimee took my mom and I out for lunch and paid with her money, what a sweetheart!  It was a delicious brunch.

My (mean) mom emailed this to me as I showed her my Mean Mom layout from the other day.  

  Mean Mums

Someday when my children are old enough to     understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will     tell them, as my Mean Mum told me: I loved you     enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,     and what time you would be home.     I loved you enough to be silent and let you    discover that your new best friend was a creep.    I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours     while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.         I loved you enough to let you see anger,    disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must    learn that their parents aren't perfect.    I loved you enough to let you assume the    responsibility for your actions even when the    penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.     But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say     NO when I knew you would hate me for it.     Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm     glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.     And someday when your children are old enough to     understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.     Was your Mum mean? I know mine was. We had the     meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids     ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twisties for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.  And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was    different from what other kids had, too.     Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all     times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She     had to know who our friends were, and what we were     doing with them. She insisted that if we said we     would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.     We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve     to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We     had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to     cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash     and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie     awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.     She always insisted on us telling the truth, the     whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time     we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had     eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!    Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn    when they drove up. They had to come up to the door    so she could meet them. While everyone else could    date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.     Because of our mother we missed out on lots of   things other kids experienced. None of us have ever   been caught shoplifting, vandalising other's    property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.    Now that we have left home, we are all educated,   honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean     parents just like Mum was.     I think that is what's wrong with the world today.     It just doesn't have enough mean mums!     PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW.   (And Their Kids!!!)

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 Yep, I'm a Mean Mom!