I know it's early, and normally I'd wait until midnight so it's official, but I'm sick. Anyway, I remember one mother's day when Andrea, one of the kids in Sunday School, came up to me and greeted me a happy mother's day. It's funny if you were there. But sometimes I feel like it's a commentary on ... something. Blech. I feel groggy, hot, and sore. My mind feels muddled up. Something about commentary on kidmin workers who aren't parents or even married and the role they have on the young kids and something about parental roles people take.... I'm tired. Goodnight.