Tick, Tick, Tick.... DINGGGGGGGGGGG

The last few days I've felt like Ron Burgandy after his dog was punted off the bridge, as if I was in a glass case of emotion.  The problem was I couldn't pinpoint why.  Little things were working me up and I felt a little "la la."  (La la is what I decided to call it when I was feeling crazy so I wasn't actually confessing that I felt like I was going crazy.)  I could blame my hormones, but it wasn't the right timing... and usually that just results in me being irritable, not weepy.  And then my lovely app, Timehop, clued me in.  See, everyday Timehop shows me my social media posts for that day from a year ago, two years ago, three years ago, and sometimes as many as six years ago.  It was while I was scrolling through that stroll down memory lane that I realized the significance of this week and what was making me so emotional. 

I want to be that Mom!

Tonight as I was making my homemade pb&j toaster pastries I was reminded of one of my Mom's favorite stories from my childhood. One of my good friends, Lissi, lived across the street. One day i came home from playing at her house and said, "Mom, Lissi's Mom made french toast from scratch!"

Another Mom Dream

This morning I had another dream about my Mom.  It’s left me a bit weepy all morning and made me unusually late for work.  It’s rather difficult to put on eye makeup when tears are streaming down your face.  Good thing I have waterproof eye liner!  And so thankful for understanding bosses and co-workers.

Mom Dream 5.4.11

WARNING:  This may induce tears... or maybe I’m the only one that it made cry....

I didn’t sleep so well last night.  I had a dream that my Mom was still alive.  But it wasn’t a good dream.  

Mother's Day Ads are Killing Me!

Months ago my very smart and long time friend Gena decided that she and her husband wanted me with them for Mother’s Day.  So we planned a crazy little trip that included me going to Baton Rouge and us driving to Dallas to celebrate my friend Crysta’s impending 30th birthday.  (More on that trip at a later date.)

I’ve wondered for some time how I would feel on Mother’s Day.  Would being away from home, with people that are very much family to me help me through it without any incident, or would it still be hard?