Another Week

 My mother is very open about her hate for this day, designated to the honor of all mothers but despised by many. This makes for a very uncomfortable situation. She will never be happy, and we will never be able to please. I went to bed dreading it and woke up waiting for something bad to happen. The kids will fight, we will forget to do the dishes, or the TV will be on, and everything will be ruined. It has always happened this way, and always will.

So I thought.

Today wasn't that bad. We made breakfast and kind of did dishes. Dad talked in church (even if it was one of the talks that "makes all of the mothers uncomfortable," according to mom.), David passes the Sacrament, and Melissa sang with the Primary (or, more accurately, the Primary sang with her).

Mom also sang in a choir "Mass for the Children."
Eliza and I went. It was great.
So we started off sort-of happy. And surprisingly, continued so.

( I take that back-ish. Nothing lasts that long. Crap)

So. I made something. Mom thinks I'm creative, and she saw a necklace kind-of like this on our home teacher. Her daughter had made it.

So here is mine.

Are the beads our birthstones? Heck no. It's our favorite colors. Crap... I took the picture backwards. But you get the idea.

Anyway, it's almost over, and I think I'll survive.