Mother's Day recap

Ah, Mother’s Day. Another made-up holiday to line the pockets of Hallmark and florists everywhere. Mother’s Day ranks right up there in my book with Valentine’s Day as Most Despised Fake Holidays. Not that I’m cynical or anything.

But yesterday was Mother’s Day and the kids and Sean dutifully made me breakfast and the kids gave me a picture of themselves– definitely one of the better MD presents I’ve received. Then we headed to church and out to lunch. Sean, in a rare moment of Fake Holiday success, made reservations so we waltzed past the fifty people waiting for tables and were seated immediately.

Sean thought a picture of me with my offspring would cap off the celebration. So I stood outside with my three kiddos and Sean snapped this picture:


It’s a fine picture. Our neighbor’s house is in the background and that’s not so great, but all in all it’s a good picture. Then I got to thinking (always dangerous) if we were really going to take some Mother’s Day pictures we ought to take them where the mother actually works. So here we are at my desk:


I remember seeing my mom sit at her desk for hours doing “work.” I never understood what the heck she was doing; now I know. Insurance and bills and correspondence and the calendar – she kept everything straight and had us exactly where we needed to be when we needed to be there. I can only hope to do half as good a job as she did.

Then there’s the kitchen sink:


Of course there are dirty dishes, pots and pans. There are always dirty dishes. I’ll clean them up and magically more appear. Sort of like socks, which leads me to the next picture, the laundry room:


I spend a lot of time in this little hall of a room. Who knew five people could generate so much laundry? I am in a perpetual state of behind as far as the laundry is concerned.

We moved from the laundry room to the ironing board:


Notice there are no children in this picture. That’s because between the laundry room and ironing board someone touched someone and someone else was tired of taking pictures and the Mom was tired of all the complaining so the Mom sent herself to her room and took a nap.

The Mom should have thought of that earlier.