Apparently, Sunday Birthdays are the Absolute Worst

I don't know what to say...

I really do try hard to be a good mom. And I am the first to admit that I fall short... often.
This is not a new revelation, it is not a secret because admitting it, I believe is half the battle.
But, this time, I honestly did everything right, to the best of my abilities, with the information and requests and circumstances that I was given. Please read between the pictures of the many ways that Morgan's birthday "just plain sucked" and how it was nearly all my fault.

Mistake #1
It fell on a Sunday. How was I to know that when I gave birth to her in 1999, that the VERY day that she turned 12 (thus entering into Young Women) would fall on a Sunday? That should be really cool right? But no, it was horrible that such a significant birthday fell on the Sabbath Day. "No birthday should ever be on a Sunday."

I took a picture of my baby because she is so cute.

Mistake #2
I actually listened to her and honored her requests and believed her when she said that she wanted her gift from me to be redecorating her room. I bought her a card and put a large sum of money in it so that she could buy a new comforter, paint, rugs, pillows... whatever. But instead of the "thanks mom, this is exactly what I asked for".... I got the "Sure sucks that I don't have any presents to open"

Mistake #3
I had to work this morning from 6 to 11. As I do every Sunday Morning, so I wasn't there to "make her eggs" like I don't do every Sunday because I work every Sunday...
And
Her dad is in town this weekend and so I bought all the decorations and the super cute cake on Saturday and I decorated on Saturday so we could be ready to celebrate at any given moment in between Dad Visits. My time with her was Sunday, after church for about 16 3/4 minutes. Hardly enough time to be anywhere near impressive.

Mistake #4
We arrived at church late. And we had to sit in the VERY back row. And there were 7 chairs for our 8 person family (Jamie is staying with us this week) and wouldn't you know it??? Morgan was the one who didn't get a chair. And of course this was my fault. And so she stood behind me and boo hooed about how the birthday girl shouldn't have to sit on the floor on her birthday... blah blah blah. So I lean over to Brayden and say "honey will you go get a chair for your birthday girl, princess, sister?" Which he did. Only, he put the chair right behind my chair (probably because that is where the princess was standing) instead of at the end of the row and heaven forbid she'd have to move it or sit on it behind us or something and so she started bawling and began firing threats at me like "I might as well just go home...." like that was going to hurt my feelings.

On a side note:
Why does Brayden love Raleigh so much??

Mistake #5
The cake kinda melted in the warmth of the sun while we were at Church and we didn't have matches and so we had to light the candles with tooth picks that we started on fire from the stove. And that was tacky.

But by the end of the day, after the primary made a big deal out of her and the Young Women made a big deal out of her. And we sang to her. And called her out on her super brattiness. And all of the other children recounted how their "Sunday birthdays really blew too and how mom will probably do better next year..." She kinda pulled herself together. And even said thank you.

Then she skipped off to be with her dad and I packed up the purple party mess and told myself 100 times that I will be blessed someday for giving birth to these ingrates.