Mother's Day?

There was a tradition in my family growing up. Mother's Day was always terrible for my mom. It wasn't purposeful, but somehow throughout a day of what was supposed to celebrate our mom, my siblings and I would cause her more heartache. We would fight more for some reason, were more tired, crankier, threw more tantrums and fits, and were just horrible. By the end of the long day we spent more time apologizing to her rather than celebrating. I don't know what it was about that day.

I woke up on Mother's Day feeling super tired after a long night with Chipmunk to hear Bear pounding on the wall much earlier than was normal. We rushed to church, almost missed the child dedication, and then spent some time after service chatting with some friends. This is how Bear and Chipmunk spent the time:



Bear was tired and tried to throw a little tantrum at one point by throwing herself head first onto the floor. She was surprised to find that it hurt (well, I think she didn't realize that just beneath the carpet at church was concrete). Crying followed.



Chipmunk spent his time complaining and whining. He wanted to sleep, but wouldn't just sleep on his own. He also would ask to be fed, but then would use the time to bite his mom. Ouch.

Ah, fun.