The Overlords of the Universe win again; a spoilt mother complains

• As if Google didn't own me already, I have now switched to Google Chrome. Every time I install an "extension," Google tells me it will be able to access all data on my computer, the dials on my microwave, and the nerves in my spinal chord. I am feeling decidedly uncomfortable.
  I wouldn't have switched if Firefox hadn't gone and updated me to a "more advanced" version which disabled all of my funky addons. It's a pity, because I liked the romance of being with the rebel troupe.
  Ironically now that I have switched to the Overlords of the Universe, the back button on my mouse isn't working and I have lost all the lovely addons which were still working in the new and deproved Firefox. I miss my Firegestures.
• Today was mother's day in Antwerp. We seem to have it all worked out nicely: mother's day in the middle  of the school holidays, and a national holiday at that, so even the daddies are at home. It's a recipe for disaster, is what it is. The pressure is just too much. It would be so much easier if everyone just got on with their usual business and mothers were in charge. Instead, we have to cope with chaos and good intentions and other people's agendas. (I know I sound terribly ungrateful. I'm allowed. It's mother's day for another 24 minutes. Tomorrow I will pretend to everyone it was great. Ha!)
  Today was always going to be a non-starter. We had a party last night, and it was great, but I had promised Babes that he would get a lie in this morning if he helped make the party a success. Which he really really did. Him, together with a bottle of Pimm's, three bottles of white wine, two bottles of red, ten beers and some whiskies (for eight people). So there I sat, at six thirty this morning, downstairs with Charlie after less than four hours of sleep and with something closely resembling a hangover. On mother's day. My mood was not optimal, and never really recovered.
  On Wednesday, I happen to have the day off. Maybe I should make that a tradition. Just put up with the ordeal that is mother's day, and then have a day soon after to recover and do what I want. That could work.