Yesterday wasn't terrible. Hubs fed the dog and took him out which allowed me to sleep in until 6:30. When I got up I made myself a mimosa to drink while coffee was brewing* and made myself pancakes. I deserve pancakes. And a mimosa.
I went to my local big box store mainly because I was out of shampoo. It wasn't as bad as I expected. No one wished me Happy Mother's Day.
I called my mom to wish her a happy day. She went on and on about how my dog was my child and wished me a happy mother's day. I appreciate her effort to make me feel included, but with as much as I love my dog and consider him a part of my family, he's not a replacement for a child. As luck would have it "my phone battery was dying" and I had to let her go. Tears were just below the surface so a white lie was better. My mom doesn't really do feelings well so what I got was about as much acknowledgement that the day was hard for me as I expected to get from her. Maybe even a little more.
Hubs made us a nice steak dinner, which would have been a bit better if there weren't some work things requiring his attention that apparently had to be taken care of as we ate. But it's still a steak dinner so I'll refrain from (publicly) complaining (too much). I didn't have to cook or clean up either which made it a little easier to not chastise him (that much) for texting while eating.
Otherwise I spent most of rest of the day curled up on the couch reading. When I say curled up, I really mean that I was sprawled out on the couch in front of a fan trying to stay cool. Because apparently we have both snow flurries and 90+ degree temperatures in a two week span where I live.
I'll admit that I was dreading it. But it wasn't that bad. No tears. A little bit of sadness. But I made it through. We all did. Hopefully next year will be just as uneventful. Hugs to everyone!
*To be clear and so no one worries about me, drinking before 7am is not something I regularly do.