I may have had a meltdown on Mother's Day and I might have yelled something like this:
"Forget the card! Forget the flowers! You all want to serve me today? How about someone pick up a broom! Fold some laundry! That's my idea of of a Mother's Day present!"
He wracked his brain to think of something practical I could use this summer because I love practical.
"You'll be at the pool every day with all the kids and it will be hot and you'll be uncomfortable, so I figured I'd get you a nice pool chair. You can keep it in the back of the van and it's lightweight and folds up very easily."
It was obvious he had put a lot of time and energy thinking of the gift, so I felt like a real jerk for throwing a tantrum.