I try to be patient, and understanding, and embrace the myth of the Super Mommy. For all the trying, there are still days when I want to stamp my foot up and down and scream at the top of my lungs.

I guess I was expecting a Hallmark Moment today. I didn't get one. I feel like crap, my head hurts, I feel guilty for expecting an email message from my husband telling me happy mother's day. I feel guiltier because there's a cute little girl asleep in the next room who reminds me of her daddy and I should just be happy that she's alive and doing so well. Why can't I be happy with the reality of it? Why do I want some sort of mushy sentiment? A hug?

Most of the other women I know would be extremely pissed right now. Not me. I wonder what I did to deserve being forgotten.