I noticed today that the fuzzy slippers, appliances and an abundance of pink stuff starting to fill the shelves where the Easter eggs were.

Mothers Day, that one day of the year we show mum just how much we care, and let’s face it there wouldn’t be a day dedicated to mums if we managed to show how much we appreciate her during the rest of the year.

Mothers Day, Fathers Day and any other manufactured Hallmark occasion are terrible things, why?

Because they fill us with expectations!

Don’t worry. I already have a long list of them for my Mothers Day, most of which involve me not having to play mum for the day (and the night if I can manage it).

We all have visions of how an occasion should go, some are big and some are small, and I’ve heard it said that a sure fire way to not feel disappointed is to have low expectations.

On the other end of the scale the day may force painful memories upon those whose mums may not have been the best ones or are no longer here, all we can do is appreciate that there indeed was someone to bring us into the world.

Without getting too soppy about this Hallmark occasion, I say it’s time to stage a rebellion Sure these days set aside to be nice are lovely, but when they don’t go to plan feelings are hurt and some of us may even misbehave (don’t get me started on how many domestics I went to as a police officer on Christmas Day that started because of dashed expectations).

Expectations have to be the biggest obstacle for any relationship, and I’m not saying we shouldn’t have them, I just wonder if our sense of entitlement is sucking the fun out things? So about this rebellion, I suggest we step off from the commercial pink and fuzzy, and wear that necklace the kids made out of pasta to work with pride.

If nobody goes out and buys crap maybe the stores will get the idea that mum does not want an appliance, especially an iron or carpet sweeper for Mothers Day.

Nothing says ‘indentured slave’ like something to clean with, even if it is pink.

You don’t see kitchenware on sale for Fathers Day do you, but anyway?

My kids got upset one Mothers Day because they missed the stall at school, and couldn’t buy me something. It was upsetting that commercialisation put this pressure on my kids.

I didn’t realise they felt things had to be celebrated with a purchase (don’t worry we’re working on setting them straight).

So kids, the plan for this Mothers Day is: let mum sleep, make your own breakfast and it’s okay if it is Nutella sandwiches or the entire contents of the fruit bowl.

And if you have to wake one of us make sure it’s your father and he cannot get back into the bedroom.