As part of my birthday present from my mom, she invited me to a workout and breakfast "on her". So at 8:00 this morn I met Babs at her fancy, hip health club and we did our thing for an hour in a "Yoga for Athletes" class. (There's a TON of downward dog in this class). Afterward we had a leisurely talk at a nearby coffee place (also simultaneously fancy and hip). It was refreshing and relaxing. The best part of this best part: I left the house before the kiddos were awake (thus no tears upon leaving) and did not rush through anything. A fantastic start to the day.
Worst Part of the Day-
O.K. both of these involved my mom. I didn't see that coming.
I found out my mom 's current Christmas card (which she purposely did not send to me and wanted to keep me from ever seeing--as she knows I am anti her using my image without my consent in her cards...) includes a photo of me 6-months pregnant. Yes, from last year.
Does it makes sense that her 2006 Christmas card had a family photo taken in October 2006, yet her 2007 card has a picture taken in September 2006? The worst part of this worst (and admittedly kinda dumb) part is that Babs does not understand why I am anti this. An irksome part of this is the Cahills are all together A LOT and there are numerous photos taken at each gathering so she can't truthfully use the old "I don't have any pictures of us all together" whine. So what could be her rationale for utilizing a picture showcasing Billy on his way to drunk, Mike not looking at the camera and me puffy/pregnant with my now one year-old son? Cause Babs is looking good. Well it's her card. And my blog. Let it be known I am anti.
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