Everyday is Mother's Day

Honestly, I don't expect the one special weekend in May to be anything but chaotic and I am never disappointed. Mother's Day weekend is the hardest holiday of the entire year. The expected always happens. For instance, when the Erickson's come over for brunch, three things will inevitably happen. One,  somebody assigned a crucial food assignment will be very late, leading to a half hour of disharmony. Two, some kid will get hurt, there will be tears. Three, Tanner will have a violent meltdown. And that is exactly how it went down this year...

Mother's Day morning is similar in it's predictability. I like to sleep until 11:00am, I lock the bedroom door, put earplugs in and try not to pay attention to what is going on in the other room. I am passively hoping that somebody else will be keeping a leash on Tanner.Later, I emerge from my bedroom fully braced as to what disasters have occurred during my slumber. I am never disappointed. This year I awoke to a cacophony of four different musical selections playing simultaneously and loudly: classical music and Madonna playing from the computer speakers, radio static and Toy Story playing from the TV. And there was a fully contented Tanner on the couch surrounded with a shower of Captain Crunch and Fruit Loops along with the ripped, empty boxes strewn about. Next, I reluctantly checked the laundry room (Tanner's favorite place to wreck havoc). On the floor was the present I was to give to my own mother, irreparably damaged.Wires, chargers and electronic devices were scattered around as if the FBI came through looking for evidence. The sheer scale of the disaster was breathtaking yet satisfyingly humorous. I have seen this all before. What makes Mother's Day any different from any other day.



 
 new relish tray which almost became my mom's present

                                                     my usually organized laundry room


 
 the monster mess maker