Why am I supposed to be happy about today?
Oh, wait. I'm not.
I'm not a mother.
Just a daughter.
Just a sister.
Just an aunt.
Not just a daughter, sister, or aunt.
I'm an infertile daughter, sister, and aunt.
At least this year I won't have to pretend that my sister is a wonderful mother.
I could send my mom an email, but since she hasn't responded to my emails or phone calls for nearly a month, what's the point in trying today?
Instead of celebrating motherhood, I'll be pretending it doesn't exist.
Oh wait, I won't be able to.
As the universe would have it, I have nursery duty at church. ON MOTHER'S DAY. FML.