The hubs left town Sunday evening. At midnight, my mom came. At 3am, this one started throwing up.
And Thing 3 was still at it. I don't know what I would have done without my mom that week. SAINTHOOD EARNED.
I could count on one hand the number of times this 5 year old has thrown up on his life. He doubled his score Wednesday, poor thing.
But by the sheer spiritual connection my mother has, she knew weeks ago that she needed to come visit during that week. Canceled a vacation and ended up spending said vacation time helping me nurse all my hand back up health. Heck, the hubs was out of town all week, but spent the first day holed up in his hotel throwing up too. Him bring here would have been one more patient.
This post is dulldulldull, but it needed to be stated that my mother rocks So. Hardcore.
That is all.