God sometimes gives you more than one mom. some of us need more than one

I really should've been at work today. I was showered, dressed.

At first I called in late, but eventually I called out. I had to; I had to find to find a place of zen. Frustration and anger welling up inside me with no outlet to share and be understood. More angry with myself for even allowing tears to try and creep out.

I spent some time with my italian mama...I ate a bit, vented  a lot, she listened. She always does. I'm not "empty", but per italian mama rules I will be physically full