I had a GREAT Mother's Day on Sunday. Like maybe one of my favorites. Paul went above and beyond to try and make it nice for me. He let me sleep in until 9:30am (thanks to late church and NO meetings for him), and then brought me yummy breakfast in bed. The kids gave me beautiful handmade cards they made at school. I don't think I rolled out of bed until after 10. Showered in peace and then had a very nice day at church. Great talks about womanhood and Mothers and just how important our "calling" is. Even got homemade cinnamon rolls in Relief Society that were SO good (thanks Laurie). Made me even more grateful that I have four beautiful children to love and snuggle with, even if I'm not perfect (and I most definitely am not). Got LOTS of wonderful texts and emails. It's my new favorite day to tell all my friends and family how amazing they are and how lucky I am to have them in my life. Really and truly, I'm greatly blessed. Paul even made me dinner, which (and I know he won't want me to say this) might be a FIRST in the 12 years we have been married. Ashlyn might have been a little shocked. Haha... So what if it was spaghetti and meatballs. It was fantastic because I didn't have to cook it. And I could tell he was trying hard, even after his very busy church day and taking the lions share of watching the kids all day. Ate some See's chocolates and went to bed happy and relaxed.
Then Monday came and reality hit me in the face. Carter threw up in the car for no particular reason. Then I let the kids play in the backyard with the kiddie pool and water table. Carter took his diaper off and pooped on the back patio all while I was rushing to get dinner made for a friend who just had back surgery. Went to put dinner in the oven and realized I had NO foil, so I had to throw the wet kids in the car and run to my friend Brooke's house, who bailed me out and kept me from having to haul the kids into Target. Got dinner to my friend a little late, which I hate being late for things, but couldn't help it this time. Went to bed grouchy and exhausted.
SO....life isn't always peaches and cream. But you know what...that's okay. I slept it off and hit the refresh button. Today is a new day and it's been going well. Got to go to a pilates class this morning and then took the boys to the pool with some friends. Carter got a good nap before having to get the girls from early release day and my afternoon is pretty chill for a Tuesday. Leah has jazz this afternoon and I'm hoping to finally get a look at her recital costume.
Life is still good!
And incase you are wondering, our moths are STILL alive!




