Mother's Day

Mother's Day was a pretty good day for me, considering everything. The day before, Handsome and I took the kids mini-golfing and it was almost fun. The kids all had a "horrible" time. Desi got mad that she wasn't getting the ball in the hole and started hating golf. Then she tripped over her club and skinned up her knee, which kicked up her frenzy level. She started demanding her Oompa Loompa right that instant, which is the exact thing Handsome and I compared her fit to, which brought a smile to our faces. Inside jokes are awesome!

Yeah, yeah, I know. We made fun of our kid. But here's a thing they'll never tell you in a parenting book. Sometimes, you either laugh at them or cry with them. You gotta find the funny side to any situation or they will drive you completely mad.

After that, Handsome took them to the dollar store so they could pick out Mother's Day presents for me. I, blissfully, waited out in the van. I know what it's like to take all of the kids into a store at one time and that was almost present enough that Handsome suffered that for me.

Sunday morning dawned bright and early. At least, earlier than I planned on. Handsome woke me up to ask me if I wanted to sleep in, which makes me chuckle every time he does it. Of course, I decided to stay up. While I was drinking my coffee in bed, Handsome got all the presents and rounded up all the chitlins. It was all very sweet.

It's hard to believe that I spent the rest of the day on my hands and knees scrubbing a floor with a toothbrush. Life never stops for anyone and you have to hold onto the sweet moments as long as you can, but never so long that you avoid the gritty parts that are just as necessary. I cooked, I cleaned, I folded laundry, but my dresser looks like a one-woman dollar store party, and that makes it all worth it.