Even a mother can be mothered

Today I woke up feeling really bad. At first I thought it was because all three children were raring to go at 5am. But it wasn't... I had (have) a very stiff neck and shoulders, an aching head and nausea.

I managed to get Ethan to school, but was feeling sick enough that I was carrying a ziploc bag in my pocket because I felt like I was going to hurl at any moment. I called my Mom, broke down crying, and asked if I could come over because I could not bear to care for the children feeling this bad.

Bless her heart, she said to come over right away and after we picked E up from school we did just that. I came in, said hello, and went right to bed. 20 minutes later my Mom comes up with a bowl of chicken and rice soup and saltines, which, even though my stomach was churning, went down easy and more importantly, stayed down :)

I stayed in bed for 3 hours. They, Jenni and Mom, tended to the kids that time and kept me undisturbed. It was so nice. It was so so nice.

When I did roll out of bed, I felt better, though not quite healed. If this is the same bug my sister Michelle had, it'll be another day before I feel better.

There is nothing like being at your parent's house, tucked into a bed, fed and tended to, with not a care in the world because your Mom is taking care of it all.

Thanks for being there for me Mom.