MOTHER OF ALL DAYS

my mothers day was lovely.

i ate breakfast in bed, had my praises sung at a lunch i didn't prepare, and consumed (more like HOOVERED!) home-made oreos like they were never gonna make them again. (thanks megan--xoxo )

i always experience the typical 'mothers day guilt' while sitting in sacrament meeting, listening to the inspirational stories of mothers who went without food or water OR clothing for fifty days just so they could buy junior his band uniform. while walking barefoot. in the snow. UPHILL.
what i can't understand is WHERE oh where are the stories of the moms in their mediocre/somewhat poor judgement call moments? like perhaps when one mother (allegedly) used the twenty dollars given to her daughter for christmas from the grandmother to go to 'titanic' and buy a large popcorn combo? (ALLEGEDLY.)

or what about the mother who's daughter called her from school (allegedly) saying that her teeth hurt after having her braces tightened? and so said mother (allegedly!) took a lortab to said daughter, which only made her dizzy and fall asleep during 6th period? WHAT ABOUT THAT MOTHER?

so, if there are any mothers out there who participate in this, i salute you:

and i say: welcome to my club!

yesterday,one of my highlights was the MAJOR AWARD i received. i was so pleased because i truly think that it was deserving.