Mothering myself

With Mother's Day around the corner here in the US, I am on guard.

I am occupying myself with other busy work and distractions....

but I found myself alone and in front of the mothers day cards the other day while running errands. 

I suddenly felt myself OK making this a safe place for me, alone in the middle of the day on the card aisle staring at what appeared to be a football field long row of cards. 

Thankfully I am OK reading them when there isn't someone breathing over my shoulder 

or reaching for other cards from each of my sides.

I call that progress....

FYI, I also do this task now, a couple weeks ahead of the date...so that I feel as though I stumbled on idea of getting cards for my SIL and mom, without the pressure build up of this day.

Like, oh yeah, I need dish soap, thank goodness I passed it here in the store to remind myself...

kind of stumbled...I guess my version of nonchalant

My mood was lifted when I found this perfect card

It broke my serious mood

It broke my melancholy mood

It made me laugh at the perfect balance of sarcasm and candor:

ignore my punk rock nail polish and bath in the glory of this card 😊

I ended up with a different sarcastic card for my mom...but this one holds my heart.