Why does father's day rock, because it is ran by mothers!!!!

I wake up this morning to Sydney taking my order on a notepad and her and Josh creating the most wonderful fruit platter for me for breakfast. I then proceeded to get into a bubble bath. The morning is going swell. As I emerge from my bubble bliss, I hear Henry wailing in the background. Josh had to leave for an early morning meeting and the kids are making themselves pancakes. There is jam all over the floor and counter and on Sydney's dress and Sam's white shirt. Jane has yogurt smeared on her cheeks and is crying, "Sydney did it". There is pineapple, strawberry, kiwi, mango, grapes, and watermelon rhines, juices, and remnants covering the counter and last night dishes in the sink. This is when I decide to be a martyr and that this mothers day is not shaping up to what it should be. Later as I am sitting in sacrament, I look over and realize that the shirt Sydney put on underneath her dress has dark writing on it that you can see through both sides, Jane still has curlers in her hair, and Sam is picking his nose. I grab a wipe from the diaper bag and wipe Sam's nose, which is when he says, " Mom, you wiped off my moustache." As I take a closer look, and Sam explains that he had created a lotion moustache on his upper lip. This is when I start to laugh and the whole rest of the day, while not perfect was a lot more fun. I realized once again that you can decide to be happy or decide to be miserable. It just depends on your attitude and as I reflect on my mother's day, I wouldn't change one thing. Life's imperfections are what keeps it interesting. Things like lotion moustaches, Jane screaming down the isle at church after singing the mother's day song, "I did it, I sang the song", Sydney's creative outfits and cute crayon drawings of her and I, and a husband trying his best to make me happy. These are the things I remember and cherish. So thanks to Sam for keeping it real and helping me remember what being a mother is all about.