please indulge me, there's going to be whining.

Mother's day SUCKED for me. I said it. I live with a wonderful guy who compliments my strengths and weaknesses in every way. He knows that I don't go for the sentimental bullshit on a normal day... but what he doesn't realize is that on the days when all the other moms are getting flowers and coffee and brunch and presents and naps, I'm getting nada. I had to work. That put the day on a craptacular note to begin with. I didn't work until 2, and even then it was only a 4.5 hour shift, but I spent the ENTIRE day knowing I had to work. Add to this the fact that my ex-husband takes our son on the weekends, and Si always comes home on Sunday. So I didn't even get to see my baby until halfway through the day, and I had to see his father to get him back. Not my idea of fun. So I went to work... and it was horrific. Every other customer was buying their mom or wife a card, flowers, chocolate dipped strawberries, random delightful things. Things I would not normally want or need. But when all you get is a stick figure card drawn by your ex-husband's young girlfriend (because she wanted to help Silas make the card, meh), it burns. It stings. It blows.