I’m fine.

Look, the big day's almost here and some of us are freaking out. Okay, we've got control issues. We get one day for growing a 40-pound hot sack off of our body for 10 months, and you're telling us to just relax and enjoy it? First of all, it would probably take me three days alone in Bali to start to feel relaxed, so don't be entirely surprised if I don't feel refreshed after one day of my kids bringing me breakfast in bed. I'm not even asleep. I'm on a level 10 alert listening to you carry food and a hot beverage up the stairs to me because I've pretty much never seen you not spill something before. I'm going to need to re-regulate my whole nervous system just from that. Society throws this idea of relaxation on Mother's Day at us all willy-nilly as if they've never even heard of hypervigilance before. What if some meat needs to be defrosted? When's that going to go down? All I'm saying here is if you want us to relax, you better have your ducks in a row because moms, we've been two steps ahead of everybody else since day one. A day of rest is exactly what we need and also not nearly enough. It's fine. I'm going to be fine.