This is the life.

My mother's day.
The husband got up to look after the little kid and and I slept until 9:30am - bliss! Breakfast was smoked salmon, poached eggs and hollandaise sauce on toast. Gorgeous. I was presented with 4 DVDs (Repo the genetic opera, Elvis 1968 comeback special, Elvis best of and Blacula) a CD (PJ Harvey's new one) and a card the girl had made. Around midday the girl and I went to a "Mother's Day Picnic" that the Blandberra council puts on. It was advertised as a "free event".

We queued for 30 min so the girl could ride a pony, they required a $3 donation.

She was on the pony for all of 30 seconds - a very quick walk around in a circle - I calculated that to be an earner of about $360 per hour per pony. When she was getting off I said to the girl leading the ponies "the girth strap is dragging on the ground, the pony almost stepped on it", she ignored me. I said "EXCUSE ME! the girth strap is dragging on the ground, the pony almost stepped on it". She looked at me as if I was speaking swahili. I said "LOOK!" I pointed at the strap and said "IT'S DRAGGING ON THE GROUND. PONY WILL STEP ON IT. CHILD WILL FALL OFF. LAWSUIT!" The girl made a vauge grunting noise and went about fixing the strap. Honestly, I don't know why I bother.
We then queued for another 30 minutes so I could spend $4 on a bag of fairy floss for the girl. While she shovelled the spun sugar into her gob and smeared it in her hair I wandered about the market stalls that were selling kids clothing and toys. As we passed the information stand I stopped to fill out their feedback survey - when asked "what would you like to see at the Mother's Day Picnic next year?" I wrote "something for mothers". I also wrote that events advertised as "free" should actually be free. There was not a single ride that didn't ask (demand) for a donation. We boogied to a cover band playing Kylie Minogue songs for a bit then headed for the car.

At home that evening I sat and watched Blacula and drank wine while the husband did the dinner/bath/bed routine with the child then cooked my dinner.
Over a gorgeous marinara pescatore I thought to myself - best mother's day EVER!!! Life is good..