Wrong side of the bed

Ever wake up on the wrong side of the bed and it messes up your mood for the whole day... for no real reason? That's been my Saturday.

Except, I got to hang with Lil M for about 4.5 hours today by ourselves... which was awesome. And Sis came to visit for a couple of hours, which was also cool. T had a family visit. You know, her "real family".

As most of you know of me, I HATE, and I mean hate, that term (because it is used to make other people feel not-good-enough). I know I'm not her biological family...and she's only been with us for a few weeks, but seriously... that's a sure fire way to piss me off. Especially, after I explained all that to her while watching a show the other night... about adoption and families and how families are different ('cause she doesn't already know that?)... being a "real" Mom... etc. She could just refer to me as her Foster Mom and not bring the other part into it, but she didn't. Oh well. I'll deal with it. She so reminded me of Jake the jackass the other night when she was talking about "blood" relatives and such. I couldn't hardly stand it.

Now, at the same time, I do know that I'm not really "family" to her at all... I'm sure. I mean... how much could you possibly look at someone as true family after only a short time. But I am trying, and she's been trying... and I guess I was just surprised.

Anyway, I don't think she meant anything by it all... it's just the same old crap I hear from other people. And I can't change the world. Clearly. But I can tell you that I'm more than happy with how my own personal life has turned out and the decisions I've made. And I am a "real" Mom. Period.

As I said, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. No worries. It's been a long week and I'm glad for another whole day off.

Peace.