I survived Mother's Day this year, maybe even enjoyed it, because I'm in such a better place than I was a year ago.
For starters, last year we were unemployed homeowners with an 11-month-old and a new pregnancy (which was still a secret). I was scared and tired and stressed and angry.
This year I was comfortable. Comfortable with my mothering, comfortable with the decisions that Slice and I have made. Comfortable in our finances, in our house and ward and family. Comfortable in my own skin.
Plus, Slice got up with the babies and let me sleep in.
|And MG ate the leaves off of my roses.|