I'm over it. Missing my mother, combined with some other nonsense from the weekend, has left me not really caring if I ever celebrate another mother's day again. I tried to enjoy it, I really did. Watched a couple of movies, trimmed my rose bush-but the blues have set in, and I just don't care about it anymore.
Or, in the words of Holly Golightly-"The mean reds"
"The mean reds, you mean like the blues?"
"No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?"