Mother's Day is over-rated...

I mean - just one day to celebrate EVERYTHING mom does? The sentiment is nice and all - but the "holiday" just kinda rings false for me. Probably because MD is always a disaster in this house. This year was no exception. Woke up to the kids playing quietly - which was nice since it was only 6am - and kinda just laid in bed listening to them gibber and jabber about important kiddo stuff - thinking - by god - this will be a good day.

Nope. They were quiet because they were causing trouble - something I should have suspected immediately since I have been a Mom for 7 years. They were in deep doo-doo - literally - the babies carpet was covered with poop - and so was the dog. So the morning started with scrubbing doody off a carpet - instead of breakfast in bed - which was what I'd been hoping. :-)

Ahh the scars of motherhood.

I survived - the day moved on - and we went swimming, had lunch, took a hike and ended the day with ice cream for all - including the cutest baby cone I have ever seen!!!

A typical day in mom-world - and despite it all - I wouldn't change a thing (except maybe the poo - that was just not fun for anyone)...

Until tomorrow,

Positively,

Kim

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