I'm a sucker for the traditional trappings of this most hallowed of matronly holidays. Who doesn't like sleeping in, then waking up to breakfast and a handmade card?
But I think I have a new favourite tradition: going out for dinner with some of my favourite moms, ordering way too much food (which we ate anyway), drinking perhaps more cocktails than is wise for a work night, and talking about everything under the sun, including kids, work, books, poop, infomercials, travel, pregnancy, Facebook, university boyfriends, religion, and S&M. That's what I call a Sunday night out.
However you celebrate Mother's Day, or don't, I hope you had a wonderful day.