the elephant in the room. aka. mother's day.

sooooo i hate mother's day the way old maids hate valentine's day. the always elusive, almost there, holiday that i swear was only created to sell more cards and only carried on for generations due to guilt. ok. i'm being dramatic.
the fact is. it's coming up. again. and although things are 99% sure and technically i "have" kids in the home it's still not official. they don't have my last name and therefore, i can't treat them like my kids. i still need permission to cut their hair or get them speech therapy. and until i can take the across state lines with out permission from everyone but god, it won't feel like they are really "mine". it's an awkward holiday. so to celebrate paul is taking a harley ride with some friends from work for the weekend and me and the kids will be alone for the great day. and it couldn't be better. we don't have to address the elephant in the room.
but for family and friends that felt like they needed to call or send cards - you don't have to. if you already have sent the cards - don't sweat it. i can't possibly expect everyone to know all the ins and outs of all my hiccups with infertility.