Okay, so this morning I told my lovely children that all I wanted for Mothers Day was,
1. good behavior at church, and
2. a nice long nap
To this they all happily agreed, their angel wings aflapping behind them and not one halo askew. What did I get? One hour of Sacrament Tango punctuated with Zack yelling out, "Stupid!" to no one in particular but perhaps the elderly lady sitting next to us. And maybe I should be thankful, because it means I missed most of the talks about mothers in line for sainthood. Me? I'm standing by the exit with a weretoddler on my hip.
So I have a suggestion or two for the bishopbric next year. Please don't get me a potted pant, a hankie, or even a candy bar. Do us all a favor and let sacrament meeting out 15 minutes early. That's all I ask.
Phew. The rant is over. It's now time for my nap. Happy Mothers Day to me!