Mother's Day

Well, the babies had a bad night Saturday night and were up about 4 times. If it were one baby, 4 times is yucky. Since there were two, 8 times is just NOT good for anyone. It brought back memories of the old days and those memories are just too fresh to be funny yet. David got up once so that was nice but let's just say it was a rough night.

I got up later than usual, trying to get a few more minutes of rest before everyone needed attention. I wasn't feeling well (to say the least) and was super tired on top of it. The babies did not want to cooperate with me in the "feeding" department and so it took an extra long time to get their tummies full. Then, instead of bathing them the night before like I try to do, I had to give them a bath in the a.m. After everyone was finally ready, I jumped in the shower and tried to get ready to race out the door in less than 30min. I was not feeling peaceful and was really not feeling the "happy to be a mommy" feelings I wanted to be feeling on this special day.

After church, David had to stay to do financial clerk stuff so I took everyone home to get them ready for naps. Ethan was a pretty good sport but the babies were just not happy. They screamed from the time I got them out of the car, through their baby food feeding, diaper changes and outfit changes until they went down for a nap. Once everyone was napping, I was MORE than ready for my Mother's Day nap! David picked up the disaster and was on baby monitor duty while I got my wonderful, peaceful nap. Well, peaceful until Ethan woke me up by a screaming tantrum.

It was just kind of funny...I guess just a typical day in the life of, huh? Why would I expect halos to magically appear on top each of the children's heads and for everything to be perfect just because of a certain day on the calendar.

David was super thoughtful though and got me a very sweet card, a box of dark chocolate truffles (my fav) and some "stress relief" aromatherapy products. He tries really hard to make me feel special and loved...I am so grateful for that. He never puts pressure on me to get such and such done or have this and that a certain way. He knows I'm trying my very hardest (most days) and is completely happy and proud of me for it. I KNOW my children will learn from his example. It makes me happy that they'll know how to treat their wives too. Mommy loves Daddy!