Happy Mother's Day.

It's been quite a hellish day for me and I'm ready for it to be over quite frankly! I'm trying(unsuccessfully)to find the humor in everything...
I love you best when you're asleep.
When I can sit and rest my feet.
I was thinking this while driving home from church...kinda sad, but that is how I am feeling today...as well as guilty for letting a few silly things get the best of me... i.e. strawberries all over white Sunday shirt right before getting out the door, running through sprinklers in Sunday best (after being changed), 3 rowdy, loud, full of energy boys to 1 helpless mom in church, meltdowns, kids throwing food, & finding dog vomit E V E R Y W H E R E (8 places to be exact)upon getting back from a LONG exhausting morning. That was my breaking point. I felt like curling up in the fetal position, and crawling under the covers never to return... but there was vomit to clean up, and kids to feed and put to bed. So, procrastinating the inevitable, I called my husband at work to give him the 'what for' about having a dog which was clearly a mistake because the last thing I wanted to hear was "It's not her fault for eating a whole bag of dried fruit and getting sick." ?? seriously? *steaming*
Somehow, miraculously, I saved myself from eating a carton of ice cream to numb the pain and gulped down a glass of water instead...okay, after I had an ice cream cone. The point is this. Some days are just a heck of a lot better (or worse) than others...sigh. And some days I'm able to handle things much better than others...and today wasn't a "handle things better day". :( Excuse me while I scrape myself off the floor of self pity.
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On a lighter note! Being Mother's Day, I've been reflecting on the lovely ladies that are Mothers in my life.
I often think back to the years when I was a young girl, about 3-6...and about my Mom. I am the youngest of 6 kids, and my Mother was my life. When all my brothers and sisters would go away to school it would be me and her...She always called me: 'friend' and she ALWAYS let me have a bite of whatever she was eating. I remember in grade school loving when she would come help in the classroom...she was so cute and wore jeans that my chubby little 5th grade legs couldn't fit into. She is an amazing Grandma and puts so much effort into being a part of all her (34) grand-children's lives. She came up to watch Wyatt while we went fishing and DEEP cleaned my whole house...she did all the things that I usually don't get to, like my refrigerator and windows, and my closet!!!! *I am shuddering* I was speechless. I am torn between being deeply grateful and feelings of inadequacy for not being able to keep a sparkling clean house at this point in my life. (But mostly deeply grateful) Thank you Mom!
Then, I have the most kindred spirit in my mother-in-law. I feel so blessed and lucky to have her. She is one of my best friends, and she always seems to know just what I need (or am going to)...even before I do. One year for Christmas she bought me a sewing machine...It took awhile (maybe years?) for me to get it out and start using it- but boy am I glad I have that little machine and that she thought to get that for me. I think it will be the same with the Cuisinart...although I'm sure I won't take years to start using it! :)
I love her to pieces and would be lost without her!

Happy Mother's Day!