It’s so tempting to expect great things on this day. To expect to relax. To get enough sleep. To breeze through the day. To be catered to. To not cook, not wash, not change a diaper, nor feed a baby. I planned to get up feeling refreshed, have all 5 kids bathe and dress themselves, get themselves in the car and to church silently while I breezed along with them. No spankings, no stern voices and no repeating myself. It is Mother’s Day after all. Don’t they know?
But as I’m feeling aggravated at them I realize how selfish, and honestly hypocritical I am.Read more "Irony of Mother’s Day – by Ej"