Wake up to a little hand poking you and high-pitched voice saying, "Geh me seeyal (cereal) Mom." So you roll out of bed (eyeing husband who's still lying on the other side) and get the little darling some cereal.
You go into the bathroom and hear, "Mom are you in there?" "Yes, I'll be out in a minute."  You exit the bathroom to be greeted by another child wanting breakfast. 
You oblige.
Eventually Husband joins you in the kitchen because he could smell the scones frying.  Normal morning conversations ensue with, "Get on your church clothes." and "Find your shoes." and "Please let me brush your hair today."
The clock speeds on and you realize you have 20 minutes to get ready for church and you've only JUST begun doing your hair which will take another 25 minutes because you washed it last night and went to bed with wet-head and now you've woken up to a bird's nest for hair.  Husband tells you to finish getting ready and he takes the kids to church without you.
Hmmmmmm - staying home seems mighty tempting right about now. Quiet. For three hours. Very tempting.
But, knowing you'll be missing out on some prime motherhood doctrine if you don't go, you finish getting ready for the day. Put on the make up, don the new outfit you just made/purchased and all your fun bling that you discovered the week before - you're set to go.
You look smashing, like a mother who has it all together (aside from being late to church)!
You arrive at church 30 minutes late and missed out on the lesson on tithing in relief society. (Why have a lesson on motherhood when it was given the week before - guilt trip included.) Everyone loves the new outfit and questions about the changes in your life that are going on.  Sacrament meeting wasn't filled with the "I love motherhood" talks that were expected. Instead they were filled with talks on faith and teaching children faith.  It was, uplifting.  And instead of the standard carnation you get a CD of instrumental hymns focusing on the Savior.
You go home to the munchkins fighting and wanting this and that and everything else. "Mom, can I have that chocolate I gave you?" "Mom, can you get me..."
Husband still hasn't said "Happy Mother's Day". There is no card or flowers. A few extra kisses in the kitchen amidst the chaos come and go. But that's it.

I wonder if my mother dreaded this day as much as I do.  I'm going to ask her today.
Happy mother's day to all the wonderful mothers out there. I learn so much from so many. I just wish I applied it all better.
And I'm really mad at myself for letting Mother's Day sneak up on me like it did. I didn't even get the opportunity to get anything for my own mother!  So I'll have to do some shopping this week and send it to her belated - like always.

Could you tell that Mother's Day makes me feel less than mediocre? I think I'll curl up and sleep for an hour or two.
If the kids will let me.