Those of you who know me well know that I absolutely hate Mother's Day. First off, my mom is gone, so I just get sad thinking about how she isn't here. And then there is church. Although I know that the purpose of talks about moms is to be encouraging, it just backfires every year. I usually come away from the Sunday Services feeling like a total and complete failure as a mom. This general feeling is compounded by discussions of great stay-at-home moms (Hey! I LIKE working!!!) and quotes about how no success compensates for failure in the home. (Hey! I am not solely responsible for failures in the home!!!)
So. . . this year we may have found a solution.
This Mother's Day was also our Stake Conference. For those of you who are not LDS, this is a twice-a-year two hour service where we take 6-7 congregations and shove them into one building so that our regional leaders can speak to us. They are usually wonderful meetings. . . if you get there at least an hour early to get a soft seat in the chapel so that you can hear what is going on. Clearly we could not have 100% attendance or there would not be enough seats for everyone, so this year we decided to serve others by staying home. (How is THAT for justification???)
I slept until 9:20am. I got up and laid around in my jammies until the middle of the afternoon- well after I had eaten Ed's wonderful "Big Breakfast." I was presented with a new office chair for my desktop computer that Parker put together. I hardly know what to do with a chair that sports two arms! I've only had one for so long that this is a real treat. By the time I showered, dressed, and played a couple of games of Scrabble with Norm (the computer's name on my iPad) it was time for a very nice dinner. Very yummy. The day ended with a reception for Nate Seamons at the school. That was great, too. Except for the cupcake crumbs that I had to scrape out of the carpet.
All in all, it was a lovely Mother's Day. I got lots of hugs and snugs and I relaxed. I think I'll be skipping church next year, too. . . whether or not it is Stake Conference! But don't tell the Bishop. . . we will let it be a surprise!