The wind and storms have killed four of my bean plants, nearly knocked over a young apple tree, and worsened a problem we already had with a loose gutter to the point of emergency.
And Isaac woke up this morning crying that his stomach hurt, and later spewed his breakfast all over the sofa. So far today he's been able to keep down six crackers.
So . . .
Instead of the sappy book-length combined Mother's Day/kid's fourth birthday post I'd planned to write today, I'm just going to send you here for a series of posts on what some moms I hang with want for Mother's Day.
I wish all my mama friends a Happy Mother's Day that involves getting properly pampered.
And I hope all of my readers will take a moment today to remember this day's original meaning, and pray/meditate/think strongly about bequeathing our children a future of peace.
Meanwhile I'll spend my day mopping up vomit and starting some new bean sprouts while my husband is outside on a ladder hammering on the roof in gale force winds. Wish me luck.
3 comments:
Bummer! I hope that the vomit is now flowing freely any more and that your gutter is fixed.
I'm so sorry you had such a rough day.....hopefully the week gets better for you. Nothing says you are a mom, more than nursing a sick child and cleaning up vomit.
Happy Mother's Day Jaelith!
(and good luck with the roof. And the spewing. I think vomit should be the official liquid of motherhood.)
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