Sundays are never a good day. Our church building is old, decrepit, mold- and perfume-ridden structure that should be rebuilt. Meeting in such a building means that every. single. Sunday. Mr. F. gets severely allergened leaving him pretty much incapacitated for the rest of the day. Add to that the normal craziness of trying to keep a child entertained and simultaneously contained, an hour of crazy nursery time for Mr. F., and my attempts at trying to teach a somewhat intelligent Gospel Doctrine class, and you have our most stressful day of the week.
The day is not going to turn magically into a Hallmark moment just because it is Mother's Day. In addition to the norm, we added a really crappy night's sleep (a wakeup every freakin' two hours!), an overly tired toddler, and a breakfast that turned into a comedy of errors (bad eggs in the first batch of eggs, grease on clothes, general messes, etc.)
Luckily, things turned around after church and nap time. I made the wise choice of taking a nap during Finn's nap. Mr. F. was able to regroup and recover enough to entertain Finn and make dinner. And Finn was a much better behaved boy after getting some needed rest.
Mr. F. introduced Finn to the magic of finger painting, and after some artistic endeavors, they presented me with a Mother's Day card. Finn was so proud of his signed handprint.
In the end, it turned out to be a pretty good day. I love my little family. Happy Mother's Day to all of you mothers out there.