My mom is coming down to see me this weekend. I can't possibly express how grateful I am that she will be here. She knows that this time in my life pretty much blows, and she said she was coming down. She didn't ask. Moms don't ask.
However, as grateful as I am (and believe me, I am grateful!), there is a tiny part of me that's worried. I have always sucked at finding a way to balance my attentions on more than one person at a time. And I'm feeling a little selfish. I want to be able to enjoy this last weekend with the hubs as just the two of us. But this is probably better. If it was just the two of us, we'd probably focus on the miserable situation staring us in the face. This way, at least I'll have a distraction. And sometimes, mama really does know best.