The Next 24 Hours....

I've been dreading it for a month.

Mother's Day.

I don't talk to my mother. I'm not a mother myself. It's just not going to be a good day. If I could just not even get out of bed tomorrow, I'd be okay with that.

I was asked 7 times today if I am a mom. Each time, a gut wrenching "not yet" was my reply. I had to put a smile on my face and pretend we're just not ready right now. Or something. Somehow, each time, I had to make other people believe this is the way I want things.

Happy Mother's Day to the women I love so much. But please forgive me for wallowing in my own self pity until this day is over.