I’m just sick of it. I can’t stop thinking about all the unhappy women on mother’s day, the self-conscious women on mother’s day, the women for whom mother’s day is the worst day of the year.

Jessica is out of town this weekend as is Brett’s mom so we’re going to head to my mom’s with a key lime pie. And I asked Brett to do my volunteer gig at Noah’s religious school. But otherwise, I don’t want to do much.

I couldn’t decide what to get Jessica and then realized I’d forgotten that her daughter is now three and therefore capable of holding mother’s day responsibilities. She’s decided to get Jessica a … oh I can’t tell you in case she clicks in here (unlikely because she’s not going to be online this weekend but one must be cautious when it comes to presents!). Anyway, my point is that Madison has reached the age of gift-giving reason. And she knows just what it should be.

Adoptive Families is reprinting Open Adoption, Broken Heart for their (I think) June/July issue. They want a picture of the three of us — me, Jessica and Madison. The only ones I have are old so if we can get with her this week, we’ll try to take new ones. But they’re on a time crunch so I don’t know. They originally wanted the one mentioned at the end of the essay where Madison is “running away [from Jessica], running towards me” but then I realized they thought maybe I was in it and I’m not — I’m the one who was taking the picture.

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