There's Peanut Butter Expanding into a Grease Spot on My Wall

So, Happy Mother's Day!

There's unfolded (and some folded) laundry on my coffee table.
A pile of unmatched socks on the chair.
Cheerios crunch beneath my feet.
There's a lot of whining in my house (and my kids aren't the only culprits).

Happy Mother's Day!

There are dishes in my sink.
My daughter's poopy diaper exploded onto the chair.
My daughter is wearing her last diaper.
I need to go to the store to buy more diapers -- and I am not dressed, nor have I finished my coffee. (P.S. I have to walk... Husband has the car.)

Happy Mother's Day!

There is laundry in the dryer three flights of stairs below me.
Correction, it is probably in a heap on a table by now.
But at least we have relatively clean sheets on our beds.
And my bedroom looks pretty nice without piles of clothes on the bed frame and the baby's swing.

Happy Mother's Day!

A friend is coming to visit in an hour.
Did I mention I am not dressed, have to go to the store, and have one remaining diaper?
So why am I on the computer?
When was the last time I showered?

Happy Mother's Day!

We're having grilled cheese for lunch with that friend.
We have no bread -- I really do have to go to the store.
My daughter will bring home rocks for her rock jar while we are out.
I used to paint rocks and give them to my Mom for Mother's Day.

Happy Mother's Day!

My two-year-old is singing "Christ is Risen" from our Easter service in its entirety, over and over. She learned it so quickly!
The baby let me sleep in for an extra hour this morning.
The Angle cried to the Lady, full of grace, "Rejoice! Your son is risen from his three days in the tomb!"
Christ is Risen!

Happy Mother's Day!