One would think that eight years of IF would prepare me for Mothers Day.
I wished all week that I could fall ill. Injure myself. Find a magical sleeping pill.
But I woke up feeling fine.
What does an IF woman who has a dysfunctional relationship with her own mother do? What about her husband's pain when he thinks of his wonderful mother that passed away in 1990.
This is a painful day.
There is no doubt about it.
I'm going to put on a brave face. Drop off the beautiful hanging basket of flowers at my crazy mother's house and I will act like I am not dying inside.
One day all of this will make sense.