Mom's birthday

Anther milestone has passed and I survived. I woke up at 6am yesterday and my first thought was "today is Mom's birthday" which led to "she's gone". Gotta say, not a great way to start the day. Within a few minutes I was waking up DH with my crying.
I had planned a busy day, which saved me from wallowing. I had my sisters, niece and nephew over for "Kids' Camp". The kids spent the morning in the pool. We played games, had "spider sandwiches" for lunch and colored pictures before a huge storm blew in. I love thunderstorms, so did Mom. (She was actually born during a tornado that hit the hospital.) So, I took the kids on the porch and we watched the street flood and the hail bounce off the grass. The weather was too yucky to drive in, so they stayed for dinner. We ordered pizza and watched "Bug's Life".
By the time they left, I was exhausted. I fell asleep before I knew it, without the help of meds. This was nice, because lately I haven't been able to sleep without them.
Nothing new with my meds. I have another appointment with the doctor to check in. I think I'm doing pretty well. I've been emotionally stable now for over a month. It no longer seems odd to me that I'm happy. I'm still dealing with my ice cream addiction without success. The meds don't seem to be helping that at all.