Mother's Day 2018 started pretty much the way the past few years' Mother's Day celebrations have started: breakfast in bed, beautiful handmade gifts and hugs and kisses all around. The day ended with me in Wal-Mart, at 9 o'clock at night, in a pair of old sweatpants, looking for a giant bottle of professional grade acetone.

Just a little while before that my 8-year-old son accidentally (and this time, really, it was an accident) knocked over some of my 11-year-old daughter's prized nail polish. Of course it was glass, of course it shattered all over the floor and of course the bright neon splattered all over floors, walls and a wood cabinet. The room looked like an 80s music video murder scene.

And so, instead of relishing in the aforementioned sweatpants while sipping chamomile tea on my couch, I was on the floor with my husband, a pile of rags one toothbrush and that enormous bottle of acetone.

Was I upset? Absolutely not. 

Ever since I became a Mom nearly 12 years ago, there has rarely been a dull moment in my life. Sometimes I get stressed but so much of the time I try my hardest to remind myself it's just not a big deal. Luckily, a lot of the time repeating that mantra works.

Things break, get lost, get loud and get crazy. But things get fixed, found, quiet and relaxed. Sometimes it doesn't happen fast enough, but eventually things settle down and I am relieved to realize I didn't worry needlessly about something that was now nothing more than a fleeting memory.

As I was walking out of Wal-Mart with my wallet in one hand and acetone in the other, the greeter at the door told me to have a blessed night. Nothing new there, that's the send off you get in the South. I walked out to my car, drove home and joined my husband in the polish cleaning debacle. 

Eventually we were done and I resumed my position on the couch in my sweatpants, cradling my tea. I had to laugh at our ridiculous end to the day and I had to remind myself of the words that came from that greeter at the door. I am not religious but I am spiritual, nostalgic and contemplative to a fault. I was blessed, as I have been for a while, with two kids that keep me on my toes, make life interesting and colorful and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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