Pretend Mother's Day

In the land of OZ, all things are strange. Like Easter. Or Mother's Day.

See. Where I come from, these kind of holidays happen on the Sabbath. But, since Sunday is actually like Tuesday here, well, you get the idea. It's all a little crazy. Do we celebrate on the actual day or the nearest Sabbath? So should we go for the day Friday before the holiday or the Friday after? See? It's troublesome. I'm a bit of a stickler though, and I think Sunday holidays should be observed on the Sabbath. This makes for trouble when the Easter bunny visits your house on the Friday before Easter Sunday, and your daughters very devout, very Catholic, very Mexican traditional ballet teacher tells your daughter, that "No. Easter was not on Friday Ruby," in her very adorable Mexican accent, "Easter is TODAY. Sunday!"

So today we celebrated Mother's Day.

Sorry to say, and I'm not looking for sympathy - this was by far the worst Mother's Day ever. Let's see.... For starters, I got up and made breakfast for the entire family - no one bothered to mention it was "Mother's Day". (In their defense, some of the kids made cards at school for me on Sunday, so I think it's all very confusing. That take's care of the kids...) Samuel spoke on Mother's, during Sacrament Meeting, which was very nice. My favorite part was either when he said "My mom works *pause* pretty hard." In a kinda-sorta, type of way. OR when he said "I think Mother's should get to have the day off on Mother's Day." Perhaps he and the rest of fam missed that memo.

The Primary was asked to sing and the kids have been practicing for two weeks, we've even had two special practices after school at my house.

They stunk.

I'm not even kidding. Not even a smile, a stitch of love or enthusiasm from one of them. I'm the music leader and was totally horrified, what a bust. They are GREAT singers, usually. It was so bad, not a mom in the room had a wet eye. Ruby cried through the entire first half of the meeting, 'because she didn't get to sit by me'. And then she didn't want sing because she was "having a bad Sabbath." (she wouldn't take the sacrament either because she was 'fasting' - it's not fast Friday, btw.) So the kids get up, bored to death, hardly sing, practically yawned and sat down. Ruby bawled and sobbed through the whole thing. I'm unclear as to why, but later she told me she was mad at her spirit for not going up. Let me remind you, they sang to our entire Sacrament meeting - a whopping 16 people. It's not like there's stage fright around here. The saddest part is that Ruby really is the star of the Primary, when it comes to singing time. She wiggles her hips, does hand gestures and sings at the top of her lungs. I felt really sad, a little hurt, but mostly sad. She won't be little for very long, five is a great age to get sung to in Sacrament meeting. They can sing, they're not embarassed, and they're still totally cute. Oh well. Happy Mother's Day.

Then. Sharing Time went almost 15 minutes over, leaving me 15 minutes to teach Praise to the Man. Tricky. I know. THEN... In nursery, yes I do an hour of nursery too, the air conditioner wasn't working. And I'm sorry, but when it's 105 outside, the AC needs to work. ANNND, Chach is potty training (which I HATE) and he pooped his pants at church. Best present of today? I mean only present of today? Peter cleaned it up.

I think I'll move to Australia.

I did get a nap today. That was good. The kids and Peter helped with some laundry today. That was good. I did the dishes, swept and vacuumed, and made Mother's Day dinner with banana cream pie for desert, that was good. Peter and the boys went to a fireside that lasted almost four hours, making no Mother's Day dinner happen tonight. That was bad.

There it is folks. It's not pretty, but it is what it is.

*For an evening surprise, Chach pooped on the potty! Hooray. Better to clean up his training toilet than his training pants. Words to live by, I tell ya.

**(two stars means double side note) I really have made efforts to post. I have sat down SO many times and within seconds I am being beckoned to by one child or another. Even while I wrote this I had to shush Ruby like 85 times. I told her I can't listen or talk right now. And I had to tuck Samuel in for the second time, mid post, because he reaaaaallly wanted me to. And who knows how long that will last. So, it seems appropriate that what really has been preventing me from posting is a house full of little kids, including one being potty trained and another learning to walk, as I finally get a post in on this pretend Mother's Day.

Now I'm gonna have myself some banana cream pie. So there!