Mother's Day is such a crazy and emotional day for me. I'm torn on whether I enjoy it or not. I definitely like sending gifts and cards to my mom, mother-in-law, and grandmas but I think for myself I have a hard time. I seem to set my expectations too high and then I feel sad if they aren't met and that isn't really fair to my family. This morning Jay and Tayson came and brought me a gift while I was feeding Tatum and then made me breakfast (which was very delicious) and told me Happy Mother's Day giving me kisses and hugs. All of that should have made my day, but of course in my mind (without telling anyone else my plans) I expecting Jay to get the kids ready for church by himself, the kids to be perfectly behaved all day and for me to be able to focus just on me and what I wanted to do the rest of the day. Well, things didn't quite workout that way. I had to get the kids ready for church because Jay decided he needed a little more sleep, Tayson didn't want to go up and sing with the primary and once he got up there they were finished with the song so then he was upset and crying because he didn't get to sing the song. Tatum was being very good but decided to have a blowout and get poop on my skirt. Thankfully my skirt had a floral pattern so it seemed to blend in quite well. My day was not going the best and I was getting frustrated, but then I thought about all the other times during the year when Jay is extremely helpful, Tayson is very sweet and I don't have poop on my clothes. All the bad feelings seemed to just melt away and I began to realize that this is just a part of being a mom and why I'm lucky enough to be able to celebrate this day along with all the wonderful mothers in my life.