You can blame your laziness on the gene pool. But mom won’t accept that excuse (again).

M is for the meals she still prepares (when you are sick/blue/hungry). Pack a clandestine bag of her favorite comfort snacks and head to the movies.

Knock her socks off with a heavenly, waffle-heavy brunch at the new Resto (111 East 29th Street; 212-685-5585). Make it a party (of six) and you can get a resy. Snag a (still available) table in the private gardens at Lunetta or Trestle on Tenth. At Craftsteak (85 Tenth Avenue; 212-400-6699), they’ll preorder mom a bouquet from UTowa.

O is for her olfactory senses. (How did she smell the booze/pot/sex you cleverly disguised with Love’s Baby Soft?) Get a good whiff at FlowerSchool New York, where you’ll cut, condition, and assemble bouquets of organic flowers under the tutelage of über-arrangers (5 Tudor City Place; 212-661-8074).

T is for the time she’s devoted to your tardy, good-fer-nothin’ rear. Cough up for a vintage watch at Central Watch Band Stand on your commute (Grand Central Station, next to Track 38; 212-685-1689).

H is for the heart she tends to. On Sunday, pick up one filled with caramel and mousse and covered in fondant (Payard Bistro & Patisserie, 1032 Lexington Avenue; 212-717-5252 ext. 111).

E is for the ethical (moral, nonjerky) values she tried to instill in you (at least you stopped stealing cigarettes from the deli). ABC Home’s new Grounded Jewel Collection is made from recycled gold and conflict-free diamonds (ABC Carpet & Home, 888 Broadway; 212-473-3000).

R is for her eternal radiance. No, no, don’t offer her microderm. Pay homage to her luminosity with Belle Fleur’s pretty new candles (134 Fifth Avenue; 212-254-8703).

Get to it already. Don’t make us call your mother.