Mother’s Day

Another one, come and gone. A text and a 3-word voice message from the oldest. 2 rings – so I must have been out of service range. She shut her phone off after that. Sweet calls from two of the other girls, a hubby meltdown, and a hug from Geoffrey. I had a pretty good cry at church, which I attended alone. I ate a cheese biscuit at church and had stuffing at home. Blew my keto for another week. I guess if I were my kids, I wouldn’t want to talk to me either. I’m not enjoying my life at the moment. That has got to change.