My Mothers Day went a little bit like this......
Woke up with a cat sitting on my chest meowing for breakfast. Tried to ignore cat and loud, obnoxious meowing. Fed the cat. Came downstairs to fresh picked flowers from my yard, homemade cards from kids, and breakfast from hubby. (I dont eat breakfast, so this is quite the challenge every year) Assured all kids that all their cards were my favorite. Did the dishes. 2 kids fighting. Put them on time out. Did a load of laundry. Cleaned the cat litter. Took out the trash. 2 different kids fighting. Watched Spongebob. Watched highlights of the Jazz losing. Watched highlights of the Dodgers losing. Made 2 batches of playdough. 3rd kid sad since i didnt have enough ingredients for her playdough. Went to store for ingredients. Made more playdough. Took a shower. Put dinner in the crock pot. 1 kid sick and staying home from church. Late for church. Left church early. Went back to store for key ingredient for dinner. (yes thats twice on a sunday) Had fight with son to get homework done or he cant go to grandmas. Watched Dodgers win. Ate one of my favorite dinners. Did dishes-again. Went to moms for dessert. Didnt get any dessert, they ran out. Came home and geared up for bedtime fight/routine. Found movies for kids to fall asleep to. Snuggle time with each kid which i say will only be a minute, but ends up being at least 15 minutes per kid. Hugs and kisses. Ahh ME time! Watched Amazing Race. Watched my favorite team on Amazing Race--the cowboys--lose to the stupid brothers. One last handful of m&ms and drag my tired butt to bed. Read. Fall asleep. Minus the flowers and cards, it seems Mothers Day is like any other day of the week! A mothers job is never done. Its the most under appreciated, unrecognized, never ending job there is. I love my job!!
Woke up with a cat sitting on my chest meowing for breakfast. Tried to ignore cat and loud, obnoxious meowing. Fed the cat. Came downstairs to fresh picked flowers from my yard, homemade cards from kids, and breakfast from hubby. (I dont eat breakfast, so this is quite the challenge every year) Assured all kids that all their cards were my favorite. Did the dishes. 2 kids fighting. Put them on time out. Did a load of laundry. Cleaned the cat litter. Took out the trash. 2 different kids fighting. Watched Spongebob. Watched highlights of the Jazz losing. Watched highlights of the Dodgers losing. Made 2 batches of playdough. 3rd kid sad since i didnt have enough ingredients for her playdough. Went to store for ingredients. Made more playdough. Took a shower. Put dinner in the crock pot. 1 kid sick and staying home from church. Late for church. Left church early. Went back to store for key ingredient for dinner. (yes thats twice on a sunday) Had fight with son to get homework done or he cant go to grandmas. Watched Dodgers win. Ate one of my favorite dinners. Did dishes-again. Went to moms for dessert. Didnt get any dessert, they ran out. Came home and geared up for bedtime fight/routine. Found movies for kids to fall asleep to. Snuggle time with each kid which i say will only be a minute, but ends up being at least 15 minutes per kid. Hugs and kisses. Ahh ME time! Watched Amazing Race. Watched my favorite team on Amazing Race--the cowboys--lose to the stupid brothers. One last handful of m&ms and drag my tired butt to bed. Read. Fall asleep. Minus the flowers and cards, it seems Mothers Day is like any other day of the week! A mothers job is never done. Its the most under appreciated, unrecognized, never ending job there is. I love my job!!
