Then of course, there is a realistic mothers day. A realistic mothers day starts with you forgetting to set your alarm clock and waking up at 8:00 instead of 6:00. You come out to your mom sitting on the couch playing with her phone. You say "go to bed please", almost irritated. She says " Okay, one second" paying no attention to you. At 8:20 you finally get her into bed and start to wake up your brother. At 8:45 you start to make the eggs and then put the bagels in the toaster. Your brother who is getting bored sitting there watching you cook breakfast, says he wants to watch TV. You fight about it for a few minutes and finally he wins and your putting on Tom & Jerry when you smell something that smell like eggs. Eggs. Hmm- what could tha... EGGS!!!!! You jump up and run to the stove and frantically take the eggs and throw the in the trash. It's 9:00 o'clock now and you have the burned bagels slathered with cream cheese to stunt the...burntness. So now you have to get the eggs and cook others but, of course, there are no more eggs so, you start fishing in the trash can and eventually find them and start washing them in the sink. The only thing that goes right is cutting the grapefruit which, in the feeling that you have triumphed over the breakfast, you finally peel your brother away from the TV and bring the breakfast to your mom. She says "Oh...ummmm... thank you boys, I love you". She then eats some grapefruit and puts the plate on her bedside table. She gets up and you try to tell her to stop, but your brother quickly shakes his head at you behind her back and you say "Forget it". So the rest of the day is basically were you try to help your mom as much as you can, but end up playing a video game instead. The day ends with your mom agitatedly saying "You know, just go to bed." and you go to bed at 7:30. This is a realistic Mothers Day. Here's a summed up picture.
Oh well, it's just the laws of boyhood doing their natural functions, I always say.