I don't know how things went for the rest of you on Mother's Day, but mine was anything but relaxing and peaceful. My Mother's Day actually encompassed three days if you count the days of preparation and clean up involved for the brunch that I hosted that day. I always loved holidays prior to my divorce, and really have some issues with them since my divorce. So I tend to try to plan something for all of the holidays to fill the void of not having the "family" feeling from when there was still a husband in the picture. So when this Mother's Day approached, I knew that I didn't want to just do the normal go to church and sit there with my twins (my older boys tend to not want to attend...but that's an entire different story for another day). Really trying to come up with something to do that would be different this year, I ended up with the idea of hosting a brunch in honor of my mother with my siblings and their children in attendance, plus one of my uncles from out of town with his wife and 12 year old daughter and also his married daughter (who lives in yet another city) and her husband and their new baby who the rest of the family has only seen in pictures via facebook. With my 5 kiddos, plus all of the relatives, this would end up being a sit down meal for 21 people. Wow, what was I thinking? But too late...I'd already made all of the phone calls and invited the masses. Sooooooooooo the chaos began.... And did not end until the day AFTER Mother's Day! Between handmade gemstone pieces of jewelry that I designed and made for each mother attending, plus individual origami flowers and creatures to be used as placecards for the mothers, there was a lot of prep to be done. And of course I got on a cleaning kick prior to the event...not just including the normal cleaning that you do for company, but even including dusting each dangle of the antique chandeliers and each individual breakable item in the china cabinet and on the shelves in both the dining room and the living room. Then there was the list of items to be prepared on the day of the event. I fried bacon and sausage, baked a caramel apple coffee cake, brewed gourmet coffee, we also had an assortment of bagels, and donuts (even donut holes for the toddlers), and for those of us who are fruit fanatics...there was strawberries, blueberries, green and purple grapes, apples, oranges, and dip for the fruit too. Doesn't seem like much reading the list now, but trust me it seems like a mountain during the preparation. Of course my mother didn't see why we couldn't just use paper plates and plastic forks and spoons, but what's the point in having a fancy brunch for the mothers if you don't break out some crystal that you schlepped all the way back from Prague, Czechoslovakia during your military wife days? So forget the Dixie cups, we were going to drink orange and grape juice from the good stuff and dare the kiddos to drop them for fear of instant death! : ) Yes, I know I ramble, and I realize this is just getting posted a week after the event, but long story short...it turned out nice. All of the mothers truly seemed to enjoy themselves and most of the children behaved. LOL All of you mothers out there know what I mean! And for the fathers in attendance, they did very well amusing themselves with each other and pretending to watch the children while they longed to be out of there watching sports. And all the while, I kept looking around at the group thinking I had succeeded at making this large group of women who mattered very much to me smile on a vitally important day, and trying to keep my mind off of the fact that in the entire bunch I was the ONLY one that did NOT in fact possess a husband (but DID in fact have the MOST children)...what a drag! : ( But all was good until in the midst of clean up I happened to glance at my cell phone, and there was a one line text message from "the X" saying "Happy Mother's Day". Nothing more, nothing less. It was kind of like a wet blanket falling on my head. I just kept thinking..."Wow, I was never supposed to be having Mother's Days like this....This was not the plan those twenty something years ago...." Then, as I finished putting away the clean dishes at 4 pm (12 hours after I had started this entire mad dash for the day), I heard my kids upstairs laughing as they played a game all together (which rarely happens considering the age span of all 5). Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, I went to curl up on the couch with my lap top, and think I dozed off before the coffee was even cold! Next year...I think we'll just go to church!