Not that I actually believe St. Patrick’s Day is or should be a holiday — wait, is it?

It seems more one of those made up things, an excuse, if you will, to drink excessively and touch people {i.e. be inappropriate}. For kids, it means cookies and candy and hell any day where you get more of that, is bound to be a damn good one.

I forget these “holidays”. They come and go and I might, at some point during the course of the day, remember that I am most definitely not wearing green.

Does this make me unfestive? Aren’t mothers supposed to be all over this kind of shit?

Well. I’m not. Considering I’ve made it this long in my life being the way I am, it’s highly questionable I’ll ever be that mama whose so on her non holiday holidays that her child wakes up to green eggs and ham.

And you know what, People? I’m okay with that.