Yesterday was supposed to be my first Mother's Day as a mother. It was not.
I wasn't depressed, because as Allie of Hyperbole and a Half so beautifully explained, depression is when the feeling are dead. Instead, I was feeling lots of feelings, in random order in varying intensity. The 24-hour crazies, if you will.
So I spent the day rolling with it, knowing that it would pass. I communed with the couch and read some Buffy fan fiction, and don't even bother judging me because I know what some of you do for fun, so mutually assured embarrassment.
I made his Awesomeness start watching Angel, now that we're done with Buffy--we laughed and said, "I'm Batman" every time he did anything Batman-like (brooded, brooded on top of a building, stepped off of a roof while wearing a long coat/cape). I mean, really, how did I not notice that Angel was so Batman the first time I watched this show?
I stayed off Facebook and Twitter, so if you posted anything of note there this weekend, put it in the comments, or I'm not going to know it.
And go read The Bloggess' Mother's Day post. So totally right on.