I don't know what to call this.

Isn't it amazing how Mother's Day (yesterday) could go so peaceful and then CRASH! here comes today- Crap Day! (pardon my language)

Yesterday was so nice and peaceful. I got to sleep in- relatively speaking when we have 9:00 am church-, breakfast in bed, when I went downstairs to put my dishes in the kitchen there was a basket of gifts and my favorite treats on the table, the kitchen was clean, and the boys were already in their Sunday clothes. Wow! I enjoyed a wonderful R.S. with all the sisters from the ward while the guys took over every single class so the women could enjoy the day. Then I got hours to sleep or read or do whatever I wanted before joining my whole family for a dinner made by all the spouse husbands.

However, as soon as all that wonderfulness ended, boom, in the middle of the night I got sick to my stomach (probably because of all the yummy treats and food I ate all day long), Camberlyn cried out several times in the middle of the night (hardly happens), apparently I didn't have the right jeans clean for my son and that turned into an issue, and then I got all the kids loaded into the van to drive the carpool and join the class for a fieldtrip when I realized I couldn't find my keys. Yep, they are gone. While frantically running around the house (so I wouldn't be late for school) looking for the keys I knocked over a lightbulb that crashed into tiny bits all over the kitchen floor, disrupted various piles of paper that are now all over the floor, made a mess of clothes trying to dig for my keys, practically tore up the whole house. Now I can't go to the store to buy the last few ingredients for dinner. Plus, my vacuum broke and I can't even vacuum up the glass from the lightbulb- my broom only works so well. I will have to mop. Who has time when there are keys to be found. Uggh! I just want a redo- can't I have another Mother's Day?