praise me like you should.

i was pretty grouchy this morning. i don't remember my mother ever throwing a hissy fit on mother's day. then again, i am trying to embrace/develop/maintain a wholeness of personhood that i am not sure my mum was comfortable with... so tough, kids. if all i hear from the moment i get up is 'gimme gimme', i am gonna get in your face. and if you pout and complain and generally ruin the day that is supposed to be set aside for me, then i am going to call you on it. cards are nice. breakfast is good. what i really want, though, is thoughtfulness and gratitude and celebration. yup, that's right, i want to be appreciated.