There really is not one specific reason, but I would like to forget today ever happened. I woke up expecting breakfast in bed (I even showed my dad and the girls the package of frozen breakfast rolls I bought for them to make). Did it happen? No. I made the rolls. Did I get coffee? No. I got girl arguing and screaming. I really wasn’t looking forward to this day, but it happened anyway. I just wanted to be alone. But really, how do you do that in a house full of people? Impossible.
I did three loads of laundry and caught up on DVR’ed shows (Desperate Housewives, Brothers and Sisters, Dancing with the Stars, Jon and Kate Plus 8). The plan was to have my brother over for dinner and go to Church at 6 pm. I did make dinner, but did not really enjoy it. I get worried about how Maria and Matt get along that it makes me nervous. So add on that frustration. Someone mentioned the 65th Street house and how it will be missed. I could not take it and I just started crying. Matt took my dad and Nat to Mass, leaving Maria and me home. No sense letting Matt and Maria annoy each other. I stayed in my room and just wept. My room that is still really my mom’s. It is dreary outside and I feel dreary inside.
Thank God, tomorrow is another day – I know very Scarlet-esque of me, but so true. Tomorrow I will get up and hopefully be back to my old self.
The first mother's day sucks. There's no other way to put it. I thought
of you today even before I saw your blog entry. Guess you were sending out
vibes - or maybe it was our moms from Heaven telling me to pray for you -
and I did. Next year will be hard too, but a little easier. It does get
easier - but you don't forget. Hang in there girl.
I'm sure it was a tough day for everyone involved. They just had different
ways of expressing their grief. Hope today was better. I have a little
good news. Nancy works with a man who is in the market for a house in your
price range. I am forwarding him the info right now.