I just shut the door in my mother's face.
My middle son and I delivered Valentine's Day cookies to neighbors and when we came home, he went upstairs to give the heart-shaped lollipops from the kids across the street to his brothers, and I straightened some stuff in the foyer. The doorbell rang. Expecting a neighbor, I opened it. There's my mother with a "hello! I'm here! I'm bringing presents!" cheery smile on her face, waving pink and red cards in the air.
For a second, my brain said "oh, it's Mom! Hi, Mom!" and I reached for the knob.
Then I came to my senses, said, "sorry, no." And shut the door. And locked it.
And now I need to get ready for my Valentine's Day date.