I think Mother's Day is really for those moms who have been there and done that. They don't have to run around in the morning looking for those shoes that have decided to get up and walk away at the most inopportune moment....like me. My husband had to preach that morning, so I had all four boys in the pew with me. I was all alone. Moms who have been there and done that don't have to worry anymore about keeping their kids quiet in church. Or, in my case, not noticing the fact that my two-year-old turned around, took the bubbles from the kiddie table behind us, proceeded to open it and spill almost the entire contents onto his shorts. The boy spent the rest of the service and fellowship afterward in just a shirt, a diaper, and tennishoes. Mother's Day is also not for those moms with little ones especially when every single restaurant in the world is packed full and has a waiting time of one to two hours. Yeah. That doesn't go over well with little ones. So, we moms of little ones are relegated to a)making dinner for everyone as usual, or b)having husband go fetch some food. I chose b. While he was out doing the fetching, I decided to call my mom and wish her Happy Mother's Day. While I was on the phone, I was also blissfully ignorant of the goings-on downstairs. After I got off the phone, I went downstairs to be greeted by three of my children's heads covered in chocolate syrup. Apparently, they thought it would be a good idea to make sundaes of themselves. They also decided to decorate with swirls all over the family room carpet. Well, since it was Mother's Day after all, I decided to have them clean up their own mess and then sent them off to bed. Later on, I was greeted with a couple boys with their own Mother's Day cards which I will definitely make into keepsakes. So, did I have a good Mother's Day? Well, let's just say it was eventful.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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Well, let's just say that the main culprits received their well deserved red butts, albiet, not from their gracious mother. Daddy has a thing about carpets. A stain equals pain, that's my motto.
Andrew