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Mother's Day 2007

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.

Comments

striving... said…
Ha, Ha, Ha, Thank God Daddy was off that day for me. I don't think it would have went well for me otherwise. Isn't funny the things children will do when mommy is distracted by the littlest thing. Lovely, did you get pics? I would have hollered, and then took pics. Maybe next year will go without a hitch,
Unknown said…
What the crap?! Take pics?! You have to be joking. I would have done a little "painting" of my own & painted those boys' bottoms red!! They know better than to do that to you, Dee. I'm shocked & appalled. =(
Andrea said…
Wow, Dee. Great day. I have the stress of keeping kids quiet by myself every Sunday. I'm usually quite exhausted after church. I'm so thankful for a content rich service, because even if I can't get much from the sermon, I have the great hymns and creeds. Besides, their is real benefit to the Christian fellowship. Hurray for you in handling the day with such grace. You're my hero.
Gone for now said…
Douglas,

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
striving... said…
Now, Now douglas, don't get me wrong! If it were me I probably would do pics. But as Dee always says I am way more laid back then her, can't help. I do not freak out about things, My husband on the other hand does, and my kids would be dreading when daddy walked in. Kind of like Andrew.
Unknown said…
A stain equals pain? LOL. That's too funny. I apologize, Dee, if my comment came across a little too harsh. I hope you know me well enough that I didn't mean it to. I keep reminding myself, Mom & Dad, and Danielle & Dusty that I did have my share of "dirty deeds" growing up. We live & learn. =) Love & miss you all.

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