What mom actually wants today

This morning when I woke up, I rummaged through the fridge for a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie and poured myself a cup of coffee, walking out to the table on the back patio. Kicking my feet up, I lit a joint and breathed a sigh of relief.

No kids today. An actual mother’s day miracle.

I hate mother’s day. It’s performative parenthood at its finest.