I think my bad mood is weirdly linked to Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day = complicated feelings. I’m working through all that. I’m not a super motherly mother, I did not grow up dreaming to be a mother above all else, but I’m very happy that I am a mother even though this whole mothering thing is way super complicated. Isn’t it always? Jeremy made me a bagel one-eyed-giant. I had two of them.
I also got the dining room table refinished and back into the dining room today.
And I facetimed my own mother!
