Because you know it’ll happen at some point.
Now taking bets on what time this Sunday I first utter the words, "Mother's Day, my ass."
— Housewife of Hell (@HousewifeOfHell) May 8, 2015
Ah, the lovely 22 minutes of peace.
When you have little ones, it's not really Mother's Day…it's more like Mother's 22 minutes to an hour, tops.
— Domestic Goddess (@DomesticGoddss) May 2, 2016
That’s all anyone wants, really.
A peaceful poop.
My mother's day wish.
— Marl (@Marlebean) May 11, 2014
Or a pasta portrait.
You too can be the proud recipient of a new popsicle stick frame every May for the low low price of total vagina destruction.
— Anna Grace (@graceupongracie) May 4, 2016
So much support from the dads out there.
Mother's Day is coming up. You guys find your hiding places yet?
— Dad and Buried (@DadandBuried) April 28, 2015
Tell your suffering to the jury.
Me: …and then he said, "Why would I get you something for Mother's Day? You're not MY mother."
Judge: You're free to go.
— Lurkin' Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) May 9, 2015
The Almighty Mom hath spoken.
For every butt wiped, a glass of wine shall be consumed.
~Mother's Day Commandment
— OneFunnyMummy (@OneFunnyMummy) May 10, 2015
BRB posting all the gifts on Instagram.
Mother's Day is a great day to relax and make sure you prove how much your kids love you on social media
— Ally (@TragicAllyHere) May 4, 2016
We can sleep through anything at 6.45am.
Thanks for always acting surprised by breakfast in bed like you slept right through the great pots and pans avalanche of 6:45 AM.
— Simon Holland (@simoncholland) May 10, 2015
I’ll just sort myself out, shall I?
And finally, the inevitable bottle of wine (or four).