Mom

Mom called me last night. Said she hadn't talked to me in a while and wanted to know about my weekend at the lake. I gently reminded her that actually we talked last Monday and the lake was great. Then I told her again how we ate, watched movies, talked and laughed. She asked again if I had talked to Choice. I said No. She was surprised and had to once again complain about them. (Is she obsessed???) I responded that actually with BBB Choice and Eldercare both had the same rating - satisfactory. I asked her if she was going to be able to come up Sunday. (We're having Jodi over for shish kabobs for her birthday at 3 on Sunday. I had previously invited Mom.) Good opportunity for her to get out, and also to see Jodi and the baby. And Jodi really does care about our family and wants to be a part of it. So as of right now she's planning on coming. First phone call in 2 weeks the 2 of us have had without one or both of us getting riled up. Afterwards, I lay on the sofa watching t.v. and felt deeply sad/heartbroken/depressed. Why? I asked myself. Was it because I had a great time the past 2 weekends and Mom sucked me back into reality? Mom can't help that. Then I felt really, really low and selfish. So I took one of the Xanax Lauren had given me and went to bed. First one I've taken since she gave them to me, and I was sure glad I had it last night. Reactive depression - that's what Jodi told me a few months ago I could be having. Must of had a relapse last night, took the Xanax, and slept like a baby. Today is a new day. Now Kathy - go take on the day.