This past weekend seriously felt like the universe was out to get me.  In small “ugh” moments like temporarily losing my cell phone for a half hour right before needing to leave for an appointment, spilling a water bottle in the driver seat five minutes into a 45 minute drive (sloshing around in wet jeans afterwards was good times), & forgetting where I parked my car and having to go from floor to floor searching for it to bigger “ahhhh” moments like dropping my $100 apartment key down the elevator shaft and feeling like I had undone everything positive I’d worked towards in the past year of my life in just 2 and a half days, this weekend was a disaster.  That is until it ended with me randomly watching the documentary, “I am,” by director Tom Shadyac (http://www.iamthedoc.com/).

It is odd to me how this Mother’s Day feels… as if this was the most important one to date but also as if none had ever passed before it…  As many of you know, 6 months after getting laid off from my job in Chicago, I moved back home with my parents in “Merryland.”  In spite of many unpleasant conversations regarding my lack of job (& more importantly, lack of husband) “situation,” those 7 months at home were the best time of my life… not only did the very best thing to ever happen to me happen (my nephew was born & I got to be there for his precious early months), but I became so much closer and as a result, even more, attached than I already was to my parents.  Therefore, now that I’ve moved back to Chicago and am once again away from them, I am finding myself deep in thought on this Mother’s Day.