Mother's Day sucks.
Especially when one is IF AND when one's mother is crazy.
I woke up with a horrible feeling of dread. I would've welcomed the flu or a migraine so I could've stayed in bed all day.
I didn't want to go to mass for the inevitable "Mother's Blessing," nor did I want to see my mother (I really don't want to go into why her craziness has been bothering me, but she's gotten so bad that my ever-patient husband is even at his wits' end). Lucky for me, it's our month to usher at our parish and I was able to stand at the back with the church bulletins AND my parents weren't home when I dropped off the flowers we got her.
Two lucky breaks.
I'm tired of being childless on Mother's Day -- the seventh, since we got married. I distracted myself with two yoga classes this afternoon. I did my first yoga with weights class since my surgery and it was so hard that I didn't have time to think about anything else besides my burning muscles. The restorative class that followed was so amazing.
I felt such relief when I left the yoga studio. I survived my day without falling apart.
I know that I've said this before, but Lord could this please let this by my last childless Mother's Day? Please?