\u00a0(Warning-I\u2019m going to whine and complain a bit here.\u00a0 If that\u2019s not your thing, go vote in the Catholic Cannonball awards and come back tomorrow for something a bit more cheerful.)<\/span><\/p>\n Was yesterday Mother\u2019s Day?\u00a0 It was kind of hard to tell around here.\u00a0 <\/p>\n The day started off with everyone sleeping too late to make it to our regular Mass (which is okay with me..I need the sleep), so we were all a bit off our Sunday morning make it to Mass routine.\u00a0 I kept waiting for some enterprising child to make Breakfast for Mom<\/span>, you know the nasty ritual of breakfast in bed?\u00a0 Not at our house.\u00a0 The little darlings used the extra time in the morning to scarf Froot Loops and watch Wall-E.\u00a0 They waved at me and hollered \u201cHappy Mother\u2019s Day\u201d to me as I went into the kitchen to make a piece of toast for myself.\u00a0 The sink was piled with the dirty breakfast dishes.\u00a0 I made up my mind then and there to NOT wash the dishes.\u00a0 (My eldest two made a half-hearted attempt at cleaning the kitchen later in the day, but never quite finished it as texting friends and watching a movie lured them away.)<\/p>\n After Mass, which was gorgeous and glorious, I told my family that I wanted to dispense with the weekly ritual of doughnuts after Mass in favor of bagels from Panera bread.\u00a0 I love an Asiago cheese bagel.\u00a0 Serious yumminess.\u00a0 They were out of them, not just the cheesy goodness I craved, but they were completely out of all bagels.\u00a0\u00a0 It was beginning to look like one of those days.<\/p>\n We got home with just enough time to change clothes and make our way to the soccer fields for our games of the day.\u00a0 That\u2019s right, someone (I\u2019m guessing someone who hates his mother) scheduled soccer games on Mother\u2019s Day.\u00a0 Four hours of soccer in the cold and the damp, and I couldn\u2019t skip out because I coach one of the teams.\u00a0 I left before the end of the last game.\u00a0 I\u2019m just that kind of bad mother. (Is that why yesterday sucked?\u00a0 Hmmmmm\u2026.)<\/p>\n I came home and made dinner.\u00a0 A dinner no one ended up liking.\u00a0 Watched a Netflix movie on my laptop with my eldest daughter but the volume was so low that we could hardly hear it.\u00a0 Then it was time for bed and the kids kissed me good night and went to sleep.\u00a0 I awoke this morning to all those dishes in the sink.\u00a0 It\u2019s not Mother\u2019s Day today, so I guess I\u2019ll wash them.<\/p>\n I don\u2019t want to complain, and I know they love me, but would it have been so difficult to make a card?\u00a0 To write me a note?\u00a0 To pick up after themselves?\u00a0 Just one day out of the year?<\/p>\n I\u2019m trying to console myself with the memories of those hurried kisses and sideways well-wishes, but it\u2019s coming a bit short.\u00a0 I have given up my life for them.\u00a0 Is it too much to ask for to want them to notice it?<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0(Warning-I\u2019m going to whine and complain a bit here.\u00a0 If that\u2019s not your thing, go vote in the Catholic Cannonball awards and come back tomorrow for something a bit more cheerful.) Was yesterday Mother\u2019s Day?\u00a0 It was kind of hard to tell around here.\u00a0 The day started off with everyone sleeping too late to make […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1979,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-909","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n