That song Landslide by Stevie Nicks is in my head bringing out the drunk overly sentimental singing through tears Danny Boy inner Irishman that often lurks just bellow the surface of my otherwise fairly calm demeanor. I was singing the damn thing in the shower getting all bawled up. Practically holding a virtual beer I sang about loss and change and the landslides that bring them down. My daughters are growing older and as my four year delights in pointing out there are no more babies in this house. Not that i need sleep deprivation and boatloads of free roaming feces right now in my life but still time is..dragging. I miss my Mom right now and the ache in my side could be due to the pain of whatever illness has been kicking my ass or the ache of not having anyone here who knows how to make chicken and rice out of can of mushroom soup and overly cooked chicken breast. My Mom is ill and occasionally forgets who my daughters are who my husband is and who I am, let alone the recipe for that classic 1970's style meal. I don't feel well and like us all at that moment I want fond memories of childhood which for me include bland over cooked food with canned peas. Warm sunny days and trailing off after my brothers. Big wheels. All of which is far away.