Mother's Day and all that jazz

Last year I took Mother's Day really, really hard, and I didn't even leave my house.  This year I'm feeling petty chill.  In fact I'm finding all of the commercialism to be laughable.  A week of honoring mother's on Wheel of Fortune?  Check.  Mother's Day specials at the grocery store?  Check.  Morning radio shows hosting a mother/daughter look alike contest?  Check.  A huge Mother's Day display at a big box store?  Check.

My chill mood toward's the day may change.  I do reserve the right to be sad on the actual day.  Hopefully a comfy day at home with hubs, binge watching Hulu Plus, and without social media will make the day as painless as possible.  I hope that it's as painless as possible for all of us.

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I stumbled across this article on Facebook.  This young woman, Emily McDowell, was diagnosed with cancer and struggled with feelings of isolation as a result of friends and family members retreating because they didn't know what to say (is it just me or does this sound familiar?).  Thankfully she is now in remission and came up with a series of empathy cards based on her experience with cancer and the things that she would have loved to hear from her family and friends when she was deep in the battle.  I love these messages.  Most are applicable to infertility (or any number of other things).  You can see her full line here.

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Hubs started a new job this week.  I'm proud of him.  A career change at 38 isn't easy.  It's completely different than anything he's ever done before.  He seems to like it a lot and I'm really proud of him.  He deserves this.

He worked a really crappy job that he hated while I was in grad school.  When I finished grad school, accepted my current position, and we moved to a different state the plan was to kick up the baby making efforts a couple of notches (we'd been "trying" for a while at that point).  With my new position came a substantial salary increase enabling us to live on just my salary.  So the plan was that he'd take a few months off, we'd have a baby, and he'd be a stay at home parent while I worked.  You know how that worked out.

He applied to this job because it looked interesting and 10 days later he started.  Apparently in one of the interviews they asked about the gap on his resume, a fair question.  He told them that we'd struggled with infertility, that it didn't work out, and that he was excited to reenter the workforce.  Short, sweet, to the point, and completely true without revealing anything he wasn't comfortable sharing.  I don't know if I could have been that brave, or at least I don't know if I could have said that and maintained my composure.

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The problem with sleeping pills is that I sleep really great when I take it.  But the kind I'm on can't be taken for more than 7 consecutive days.  The so called rebound insomnia is pretty brutal.  But at least I'm sleeping well some of the time now!