Caterwauling

Someone loves to sit in judgment of me for sitting in judgment of them for sitting in judgment of me.

Trust me, it makes sense if you’ve lived this.

By now this person might have been deported, so who knows.

But one thing they judged me for judging them for was their relentless posting of someone’s health problems.

Well, now that Brainworm is calling for a registry of said health problems, I see MY fears were founded.

I wonder if Twatistic is still posting about other people’s stuff now that eugenics is back in style.

We all remember what they did with people with health issues during the Nazi regime. Well, maybe not all of us, apparently.

Anyway, here’s hoping they’re spending less time sitting in judgment of me and also less time shouting HIPPA-protected shit from the rooftops.

I saw my first Mother’s Day commercial of the season. Hallmark. A girl going though many phases of life, calling for her mom.

The only thing that will break me more is whatever Publix cooks up for their next ad.

I usually run away for holidays and anniversaries of times spent with my momma.

But Mother’s Day is squarely between a week-long work hootenanny and a conference I’ll be claiming on my own taxes rather than the company’s.

So it makes sense to make like my No. 1 fan and languish in bed for this most dreaded of holidays.

I thought about taking my happy ass to Disney now that I’m an “AP.” But I figured I need to go 17 days to get my money’s worth, and I’ve already gone six. In Month One. So, I’m good.

That leaves two more post-Mom firsts.

My birthday, which she hung on for last year so she wouldn’t ruin it by leaving.

And the day she left, just two weeks after.

I don’t believe the second “heavenly birthday,” Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc. will be any easier than the first. My theory has always been that you can write off one missed year, but two years without her will make it real.

Even now, I still can’t believe she isn’t in her room or out at Ross or something. Especially when I’m traveling, which I did alone sometimes when she was here, I always go to tell her I arrived or I just saw something that reminded me of her.

I text it anyway sometimes. Why not. Still a more productive activity than seeing what certain living people are up to.

Anyway, I haven’t decided what to do on all the other firsts. But I do think Mother’s Day is the right day to just sit and be “in it” instead of “as far away from it as possible,” as is my usual choice.