I’ve been on my own for a very long time. I’ve lived alone for most of that. The only person I can rely on for most things is me. On days like today I count my blessings, I have an awesome family that I’m close to, if not in miles then in heart, a job I love with very supportive employers, I have a fairly new car, it’s only 2 years old, a cat that adores me when he isn’t pissy and trying to kill me, friends who love me just the way I am. But on days like today when I’m tired of the pain and tired of not being able to get comfortable and making dinner takes longer than it should and the household chores don’t look like they’ll get done this week and I’m overwhelmed by what lies ahead and even though I’m 48 years old…I just want my mommy.