Mother's (Mothers'?) Day was less than picturesque this year.
Instead of being awoken gently to the aromas of a beautiful breakfast in bed, I was roughly pulled from sleep in the middle of the night to the sound of Jeff caught in the throws of an awful GI bug. The only thing worse than listening to someone barf is actually doing it yourself. Thankfully, the GI bug already passed my way but did not leave me hugging the porcelain throne.
Since Jeff still felt bad this morning, I went to church with Judah by myself. Determined to make the most of it, I picked up some take-out Thai on the way home and a vanilla diet coke from Sonic. I ate lunch by myself, while trying to coax Judah into eating something besides crackers or cheese. (I was less than successful.) I did manage to get a short nap during Judah's afternoon snooze. Then Judah and I played outside in the backyard while Jeff continued to recover.
I was talking to my own mom this afternoon and she was saying that she was sorry that I had a less than perfect mother's day. (Sadly, thanks to our very cute germ factory and her very kind offer to watch him on thursday, she also spent her mother's day caught in the midst of the same GI bug. Judah does seem to be a very efficient disease vector.) Of course, it would have been wonderful to have a hot breakfast and flowers by the bedside and an afternoon free of maternal responsibilities. But, as I told her, any day with Judah is better than any day without him.
I'm so thankful to be a mom.