Mother's Day

Mother's Day,
Always, always a day to stop, take stock, and take heed in the knowledge, the journey, the turmoil and the pain that your mother and mine endured in an effort to bring you to the fine upstanding individual that you are today.
So on this Mom's day, we skipped church mainly because there was no way on earth that I was going to get three heads done, four very short people dressed and shoehorned into a microbus along with two teenagers that may or may not be enthusiastic about attending an overfull church. If you can recall from your own childhood, this is one of the three big days that some folks come to the Lord's house without being dragged or threatened.
Sooooooooooooooooo...........
the first order of business, feed mama......

I purchased flowers and cards the night before and while all of my children were a panicking about cards. I had replied that I had some and proceeded to distribute them, each with a card and a pen, and a message that seemed to fit them each and all.

As some of you may realize that I do not spend a lot of time picking out cards, for me it takes a glance inside and out to determine suitability. I leave all that in the Lords' hands and I know he is a busy man with two or three wars, several dozen skirmishes, a couple of famines and countless other stuff going on, I appreciated him dropping by to give me a hand with choices, so I feel compelled to not consume all of his time, other folks need his guidance too.


All of my very short children, and one not very short child proceeded to help me in the kitchen.
Linda did the rolls and the bacon, (I threatened to cook it in the microwave again)
Jenette took care of the eggs, after I had broken them and started to stir them.
Russell and Jenelle helped with the table and getting the liquid stuff that everyone liked to drink on the table, Kala helped me with something, some how I can't remember what that was. Everyone ran to the kitchen to put on some cute little apron. I don't do aprons for breakfast.

Toooo much trouble.

Mom was liberated from her room and brought down the stairs, and so was my son Anthony, who helped out by playing his video game in his room. ( his gift was cooperating with his ma and letting her help him clean his slum, i mean room) Honestly, I had enough people in my kitchen.

After clean up and a few errands, and some landscaping duties, I managed to migrate back to the kitchen in an attempt to put dinner together.
Somebody announced that there was some cabbage in the basement and my mean child stated that I should not attempt to cook it, I did not season it right, her mother said that she could cook it, I told her no, either her child can cook the cabbage or I will cook something else.



Well I cooked something else..............


All in all, it was a nice mothers' day, all moms were greeted or at least a message on an answering machine.

Happy Mother's Day to everyone.