This girl knows me so well.
Some Mother's Days are like this:
After I refused to hold her juice filled plate while also driving the van. She wants Daddy.
My Mother's Day was both, several times. Emmeline is not a respecter of holidays and neither is teenage hormone Isa. At tuck in Isa and I were talking about it and I had an epiphany. "I understand that Emmeline doesn't process emotions like a normal person. The problem is, I do".
That makes it hard sometimes. Really, really hard. My girls give me emotional whiplash like nobody's business, but they're my girls, and I've been their Mom for another year.