I want Mom.

The weekend flew by in a blur and I was feeling quite proud that The Triple Sleepover was a success. By Sunday evening the house was reassembled. I had good snuggles with my kids and got them into bed with little fuss. I usually would stay up a few hours more, but I was ridiculously tired and so hopped into bed, too. I don't think I'm supposed to admit this, but I enjoyed having the whole bed to myself. (My Sweetie is gone the whole week to the North Island for a conference.) So peaceful, so quiet, (& no snoring or jostling for covers!)

The tranquility didn't last for long. I woke at 11pm with a heavy wave of nausea. Now I'm thinking, Oh Sh*t, I hate what is probably going to happen next. Sometimes I can use mind over matter to hold back what was about to happen, but not this night. Hoping for an out of body experience, I'm old enough to know I must accept the pain and get through it. Every hour on the hour I was quite intimate with the toilet. Between intervals, I would lay flat on the cold bathroom floor, cursing my chicken dinner, & assessing the scene of the violent crime. I can't believe that even through my misery I had noted to myself, Hey, this might work for tomorrow's blip! (not.)

I finally fell asleep at 6am utterly exhausted. But it's Monday, a school day, and the thought of me actually moving was torture.

This is when I wanted my Mom. I needed her to pop in, whisk the kids through their morning routine, get them to school, come back, take me in her arms and spoon feed me amazing recovery breakfast of soft eggs and toast all the while gently stroking my forehead, soothing my mind-splitting headache. And then go clean the bathroom of last night's nightmare.

Obviously, this is a hallucinatory hope, as my mom lives on the other side of the world. And as much as I know she loves me, she'd make me clean up my own mess. So I called another angel that lived in the neighborhood, my friend Hillary, who promptly whisked the kids away not just for the day but for a sleepover as well.

I truly know kindness and generosity. Could she possibly ever know the depth of gratitude that overwhelms me?

Well the R & R has helped me hobble out of bed to at least get some toast (not sure about eggs, yet). Of course, I wouldn't dare miss posting my Blip for today!