As I'm writing this, the clock has rolled past Midnight, officially making it Mothers Day.
Mothers Day isn't about my mother, whom I don't even talk to anymore, but rather my wife. Usually, we end up spending time with her parents and grandparents. Unfortunately, my wife has caught one of the worst colds I've seen her catch in a while—still obvious after a week, not to mention my daughter now has it. Needless to say, they don't want us spreading the cold to the elderly, so we will be left to our own devices for a good chunk of the day. Not sure what we will be doing since I didn't really plan anything.
Meanwhile, even though I don't talk to my mom anymore, I do occasionally wonder what she might be up to. I guess I don't really want to know, but I do know that sooner or later, as her only kid, I am going to have to clean up after her.