My Ho-Hum Mother's Day

This morning, whilst my daughter was doing her hair and giggling about how she figured out my username and password to break into my blog and steal my identity, I listened attentively in shock and awe.

It was as if I was seeing her for the first time. Or as if I'd seen her around before but had never been formally introduced. 

"Do I know you?"  I said.  "You look familiar, but I don't recognize the breaking and entering.  Oh, and the slandering. "

There were a lot of insinuations made by my family yesterday which could hurt my reputation as a dummy.

It appears that my children have inherited the big fish syndrome. They get it from their great-grandmother, Gigi. She's from Portage, Utah and everyone knows that people from Portage are bottle fed exaggeration. 

Besides being from Portage, Gigi was struck by lightening three times. You can't get struck by lightening three times without some serious scrambling to your genetic geography. 

That being said, allow me to clarify a few things.  My son, Wyatt said I was a really nice mom, but for the record, a week ago he accused me of treating him like a slave.   

As for my cooking . . . LOLOLOL.  I do not cook amazing meals, unless you call slapping a bowl of chili and rice on the table once a week scrumdidilyumptious. And yes, I do complain. Wah! Wah! Wah! are my favorite three little words. 

And as for pushing my son and helping my son with his homework . . . I never laid a hand on him. He tripped down the stairs all by himself.  Cross my heart!

If there's one thing I learned from Mother's day as my children were going around the dinner table accusing me of all sorts of outrageous acts of kindness and support is that it doesn't matter what you actually do for your kids, it only matters what they think you do for them.

Can I get an AMEN! 

So my Mother's day was just like an other Sunday. I woke up to my hub giving me a back massage. Then he took me for a walk on the beach. When I returned my kids had made pancakes and eggs and a delicious orange/banana julius. After breakfast I let them eat ice cream while I took a piping hot Cherry Blossom bubble bath. I got a long-stemmed rose at church and then my hub sang to me on the stand in front of everyone.  (Technically he was hiding in the corner behind a large plant, but he was moving his mouth so I'm counting it.)  My favorite part was when one of my twins leaned over and said, "Is he lip syncing?"

After sacrament my hub said "Do you want to skip Sunday School?"  We can run home and prepare your surprise Mother's Day dinner?"

"Let me get this straight!"  I said.  "You're asking me to ditch church so I can use my new knives to help you surprise me?"

He nodded.

"Okay!" I said. So we raced home and chopped potatoes. And then we sliced watermelon and pared watermelon and boned watermelon and scalloped watermelon. Don't tell my kids, but the watermelon turned out so pretty I set a few pieces aside for my scrapbook.

My new knives are incredibly SHARP! Let's just say I am stuck on band-aid and band-aid's stuck on me. I actually sliced a fingernail clean off in the onions. (But nobody has ever choked on a fingernail have they?) 

All in all it was a Ho-Hum day, except for the part where Anjeny came over and gave me a beautiful hand made mother's day card and a lovely letter.  She totally understands that my primary love language is words of affirmation.  

Mahalo, Anjeny!  You made my day.  (Some of the rest of you made my day too.)  

Hope all of you had a Ho-Hum Mother's Day too!