Tate: Mom, do you know where the throw-up is coming from? It is coming from my BONES."
Oh Pip, I believe you.
I am pretty sure we have a case of Rotavirus on our hands. Ellerie was, thankfully, vaccinated for this; so in spite of a week long version of the runs, she was saved from the violence at the other end. But my sweet Tate always seems to have the hardest time. So, while what I really WANT to be doing is taking care of this:
(You can barely walk around in this room. I may never craft again at this rate), I am trying to take care of my sickly little man and doing enough laundry (again) to keep my local water authority in business for the near future.
I know he needs someone nearby though and like I said before, sick kids are usually good kids. Oddly enough, watching them so vulnerable reminds me just how incredibly much I love them and how much they really do still need me. I think that is what I will take away as my Mama's Day gift: they really do need me and I, them.
It really is a special sort of bond because, trust me when I say this, ONLY A MOTHER would have cleaned up what I had to clean up in the middle of the night last night.
Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to you all! May it be a time to treasure and sickness free! ;-)