My Masala Marinated Mother’s Day…

[It’s been awhile since I did a Fortunately, Unfortunately story…so here goes. Enjoy.] 

Fortunately, the day before Mother’s Day we left Delaware from Hubby’s brother’s house only half an hour later than scheduled. 
 
Unfortunately, New York traffic caused us to arrive over an hour past our desired time. Where are all these people driving to on a Saturday morning anyway??
Fortunately, we unpacked most of the car from our week long trip, quickly changed to dress clothes and arrived in time to our good friend Junior’s Ordination ceremony at church. With ten minutes to spare. 
 
Unfortunately, one of the visuals that Hubby was going to use for his four minute encouragement speech was missing. 
 
Fortunately, we found the chocolate chip chewy bar…in the hands of our four year old.
 
Unfortunately, it was half gone. The other half was in her tum tum. Oops.
 
Fortunately, we found one last one still in the wrapper. 
 
Unfortunately, Junior, the man of the hour, gave such a moving introduction of thanks, he had most of us in tears, and I forgot to bring Kleenex.
 
Fortunately, I brought a shawl and no one can tell you’re wiping your nose when you swing your shawl a little too high over your shoulder. Swing and swipe. Works every time.
 
Unfortunately, one guy showed up late *due to New York traffic [go figure] and Hubby’s turn came early, and he walked up to the podium, still wiping his eyes, a little discombobulated in his thoughts for his talk.
 
Fortunately, his first visual, a water gun, helped distract the audience from his tear-stained face and added some needed laughs to the air as he shared how his friend Junior has taught him to take time to have more fun in life. 
 
Unfortunately, I don’t know that anyone remembered anything from the evening apart from hubby squirting Junior from the podium. Twice. In church. But hey, contrary to popular belief. Even God likes to have a little fun. 🙂
 
Fortunately, there were some delicious refreshments after the service since our fridge was empty bar half a lemon and week old yogurt. We just strolled in from South Carolina. We haven’t even picked up a jug of milk yet. I told the girls to eat up. This is dinner.
 
Unfortunately, the youngest tried every item, at least a bite, and nothing suited her four year old pallet. Darn it.
Fortunately, we decided to catch a movie with and arrived an hour before the start time, giving us enough time to enjoy some Red Mango yummies with some good friends who joined us for the movie.
 
Unfortunately, the line outside the theater was so long by the time we walked back, I worried the seats to see Avengers would be filled up and we’d be forced to split up.  
 
Fortunately, one of our friends is expecting, and she pulled the pregnancy card to get us to the front of the line. Not really, but we talked about it. Then decided that the worst time to do something wrong is when you leave church. Just seems…like a little more wrong than normal if you ask me. 
 
Unfortunately, the kids were still hungry, so I endured the long popcorn line while the others hold seats. T minus 5 minutes to the movie.

Fortunately, the large popcorn entitled you to free refills, so I dumped all the popcorn in the kids’ laps and ran back for a refill with seconds to start time. Actually, I put the first batch of popcorn in the snack carrier box…I’m not that extreme…most of the time. 
 
Unfortunately, not too long into the movie, hubby and I realized that Sarah was probably a little too young for the movie, and she was sitting at the end of the row, the furthest away from us. 
 
Fortunately, five minutes into the show, we made a joint decision to have her sit in hubby’s lap and she fell asleep in his arms for the rest of the show. 
 
Unfortunately, while I was having an amazing movie experience [Wow! You have got to see this movie if you enjoy adventure, humor, and the occasional strong urge to become a Super Hero…] Anyway, there were these youngins behind us, a whole row of them, that didn’t have the best of manners. For example, they were more interested in how loud their neighbor could burp than Ironman’s hilarious comebacks to the oh-so-noble Thor or Mr. Patriotic himself, Captain America. 
 
Fortunately, hubby and I took turns shushing them, and that made me feel better…a little.

Unfortunately, they continued their antics, and that part of me that takes my movie experience a little too seriously was getting all bent out of shape.
 
Fortunately, I turned and gave them the death stare of all death stares with the very annunciated words, “You better cut it out!” in my lowest scream voice… you know the one that you save for those moments that you mean business. And it worked! The remainder of the movie (yeah, the last twenty minutes or so) were enjoyed without interruption. Numskulls. And that’s putting it nicely.
 
Unfortunately, we returned home to a fridge devoid of anything edible and the now five kids (we picked up one of the girls’ friends before the movie) wanted to have some munchies, because that’s what you do at a sleepover right past midnight when the parents clonk out.
 
Fortunately, hubby of the year AKA: Hoty! (borrowed I confess!) ran out to Stop and Shop and restocked the fridge and the pantry! Love a man who will do my groceries for me!! 
 
Unfortunately, I was so sleepy now, I had no idea that it was 12:05 and officially Mother’s Day and I was border-line screaming (okay, I admit, I was getting cranky) at the kids to eat up and get their bottoms to bed.
 
Fortunately, hubby snuck Hannah around the corner from the kitchen and she returned with a bouquet of purple tulips. Yes. I am so loved by my Hoty and my girls. And that’s how my Mother’s Day began! 

Unfortunately, we all woke up late and ran around the house frantically trying to take showers, get dressed for church and make an award winning breakfast for the mom of the house. Hubby chopped ham, bell pepper and onions for his famous eggs and the girls cut up fruit for crepes. I made the coffee, because that’s all I really needed to make it a perfect Mother’s Day. 
 
Fortunately, I ate my award winning breakfast in the car and washed it down with Starbucks home brewed coffee. Nothing like a crazy but scrumptilicious breakfast to hit the spot for this mommy on Mother’s Day. 
 
Unfortunately, this is the end of my story. 
 
Fortunately, if you visit in a day or two, I’m sure another waterfall blog will splash its way onto the screen. Somehow, it always does. 
 
Happy Mother’s Day to my Two Moms who I love and to all the Mommy friends in my life who I treasure dearly. 
 
A special First Mother’s Day shout out to all my prego girlfriends who are soon to embark on the journey of parenthood. Get ready for the ride. Because your children will take you there. Again and again.
 
Of all the journeys I have had the privilege to travel thus far in my life, motherhood by far has been the most challenging and the most rewarding. And the best reminder of God’s daily love and grace for me. Can’t imagine my life without my four princesses. Who remind me daily with their smiles, hugs, kisses and “I love you Mommy” that I am a mom. 
 
I love you baby girls. 
 
Masala Mama signing off. Peace out. 

**So how was your Mother’s Day? Anything exciting happen?

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6 thoughts on “My Masala Marinated Mother’s Day…

  1. Unfortunately Mother’s Day rudely arrives during fishing season.
    Fortunately I celebrate with a grown up Mom’s Sleepover Weekend/Eat-a-thon/Laugh-yourself-weak (Ladies-Only/Fine Guys, Just Go Fishing Who Cares?) Annual event.
    Unfortunately no one ever sleeps.
    Fortunately, in their sleep deprived state,this just makes everyone think everything is that much funnier.

  2. Definitely on the top of my list of favorites. Still amazed at how beautiful it is. A reunion sounds great! Yes, back to reality, hard getting back in the swing of things.

  3. Hi Raj, Kelly from HHI. I have been enjoying your stories. It was very nice to meet you and your beautiful family last week.

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