Well, it's Mothers Day once again. 
Leah is with her Dad this weekend, which really sucks. 

It brings thoughts of my own mother.  I wish they could be warm, love-filled thoughts.  But they aren't. 

I am so tired of stressing out about her.  I'm so tired of trying to devise new ways of repairing the damage between us.  I'm tired of being slapped in the face every time I try to reach out to her.
I'm tired.

I think today will be a day for me.  Are there any massage parlors open on Sundays?