Whiplash!

It is still raining today, so no garden photo yet. I promise to remember...eventually.

Sunday was Mother's Day and typically not my favorite day of the year. In fact, I usually hate the entire day. But this year was pleasantly tolerable. In fact, not to startle anyone, but I think I even liked it.

I got up and the kids were getting themselves ready for church. Genius Golfer got up and we were all on time, though having taken separate vehicles that wasn't a potential problem this year.

The kids were kind to each other, and everyone got along. The lessons in church were fine and the speakers in Sacrament meeting spoke about motherhood and honoring women in realistic terms, FINALLY! I left the meeting feeling like although I wasn't perfect, I could keep plugging away and so long as I do my best, that is just fine. Oh, and there wasn't a note of Love at Home to be heard! Hallelujah! I hate that song.

I had a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a rare love letter from GG and another homemade gift and card with tender heart-felt comments from The Girl waiting for me when we got home.

We had dinner with GG's family at Grandmama's place. It was delicious and GG did most of the clean up afterwards. The men grilled the streaks and took care of all the food too. So nice.

Now, fast forward to this morning.

Last night the kids were goofing around until almost 10. Past my bedtime, when I was that exhausted. GG just laughed at me for being irritated with the kids for staying up late. He is a late night kind of guy and they like to stay up with him. But I have to deal with the aftermath in the morning, not him.

This morning, my alarm didn't go off--apparently an operator error. The Girl woke me up by opening my bedroom door allowing the hallway light and her room's light to shine in on my face. That occurred just about two minutes before I needed to have her in the car to be taken to her early morning class at the high school. So I had barked at her for standing in the doorway with the light shining in--prior to looking at the clock and seeing the time. And the lateness.

So she didn't speak to me beyond the responsive minimalistic grunt. I don't know if it meant in the affirmative or negative. I don't think she cared to tell me anyway. She was just being polite. Well, sort of.

I still haven't gotten into the shower to really wake up and I have a list of things to do today that may or may not get done. And it is raining. Again.

If it weren't Mother's Day residual, I'd wonder if there was an element of bi-polar disorder going on here today. It isn't the first time I have wondered that.