Mother's Day

It's 10:30.

I've had coffee.  I'm still having coffee.  I've had a donut. I've read the cards and opened the gifts. I've had a shower.

I've had about 3 hours of sleep.

I've parented through about 3 hours of trauma tantrums already.

When you're little and your mom didn't pick you, Mother's Day stinks.

Addiction sucks.