As I planted flowers this evening I couldn’t help but think about my mom. And then the fact that Mother’s Day is Sunday.
Crap. Mother’s Day.
The day I use to spend with my wonderful mom and her momma (Grandma).
Then after she died it was the day that I drank all my miseries away at a local watering hole. Crying. Tellin everyone my sob story and getting the most pathetic hugs from other people who were drinking at a bar on Mother’s Day. I don’t judge but looking back I have to wonder bout them.
Now I try and celebrate though it’s not always easy. My guy has a wonderful ma so we plan to spend part of the day with her. She’s pretty amazing and I think she loves me.
I spent last Sunday with my mommas mom. She’s sassy and I love her. She will be bombarded with love from her umpteen grandchildren so I figured we should spend the day with M’s mom we have to share our love you know.
I want to blog that day but I will have nothing but emotions and patheticness running through my veins. So, I was hoping you could help me out.
Maybe you could message or comment me some questions. (Private message/email if you want to keep it anonymous.). Anything related to this holiday comin up. My momma. Me wanting to be a momma. Aunts and friends that are like mommas.
Anything goes. I think I can take it.