Have you seen that Sears commercial where the little boy is sitting quietly with his face in his hands, and after a few seconds you see he's perched on the toilet, and then he straightens up and calls out, "MOMMY! I'm DONE!!"
That commercial cracks me up every time. The reality of motherhood. Twice a day. Every day.
This morning I woke up to an unusually hot Grouper curled up next to me. I turned over slowly -- because I can't move any faster than slowly -- and crawled backwards down the middle of the bed to go find the thermometer. I realized he'd been hot and not sleeping well since he'd climbed in bed with me sometime in the night. Sunday seems to be a popular day for fevers. Mother's Day is apparently not exempt.
When Grouper is sick, he doesn't talk. He just looks sad and curls up into the fetal position under my arm if it's available or on the couch with his blanket. I knew he really wasn't feeling well when he didn't want the blueberry pancakes UberDad made for breakfast. We were watching the sign language program on PBS together when he suddenly sat up and puked. I caught most of it with his blanket, then carried him into the bathroom to finish up and fill the bathtub. Meanwhile, UberDad was put in charge of finding out how to get puke off the dry-clean-only fabric on our couch.
After a long soak in the tub, Grouper seemed to be feeling better. He was back to his cheerful, chatty self -- ready to put on some clothes, his cape and his lightsaber. But after getting dressed and eating half a banana, his energy was spent. He soon fell asleep in costume, on a towel , on the couch.
While Grouper was in the bathtub, my mom came over with a Mother's Day gift for me -- an Oi Oi diaper bag in a cute swirly brown/blue/green/yellow pattern. It's totally washable and big enough for cloth diapers! I'd decided my felted bag was going to work for knitting projects, but not as a diaper bag/purse. Thanks, Mom! We're going to take my grandmother out for lunch later. It's her birthday. Hopefully she'll be in a good mood. She was really mean when my mom visited her on Friday, and my mom deserves to have a nice day.
As for me, I just hope Grouper feels better quickly. In the meantime, I'm going to knit, read my new cookbook by Giada that UberDad and the boys gave me this morning, and avoid doing any dishes.
Hope you have a beautiful Mother's Day!