We had a brutal Mother’s Day. Our kids were so whiny and demanding that my husband shutdown all communication with the world. When I finally got out of bed at 8 a.m. (slept in!), he didn’t respond when I spoke to him (nothing new there) and his eyes were glazed over. Not dissimilar to a beaten dog. In the chaos of it, he forgot our lunch reservation at Cherry Point Vineyards. Add panic to moodiness and you’ve got yourself a recipe for a lovely Mother’s Day. (more…)