After an insanely hard and stressful couple of weeks, my body decided to mutiny.
“Not sleeping, eh? I’ll show YOU!”
When the dust settled, the doc had cancelled the meds for bronchitis and prescribed kick-butt ones for pneumonia.
(Add in a double ear infection for fun. Oh! And some stress nausea - because every bedside table needs a fashionable “just in case” accent bowl).
To add insult to injury, the husband was working out-of-town.
Mommio to the rescue.
She force-fed me Tom Yum Gai and yellow curry (spice level #4 = holy cow, I can breathe again!)
She told Itty Bit terribly embarrassing childhood stories about his momma at bedtime.
And she painted my bathroom.
The woman painted my bathroom, y’all.
(To say that she’s pretty high up on Mr. Daddy’s favorite person in the whole wide world list right now would be an understatement).
But just having here here, in my home, while I sneezed and sniffled and coughed and generally looked grody… was the real gift.
After downloading Mother’s Day photos tonight, I spotted one that makes me utterly unable to stop smiling.
So true to form - my mother and sister cracking up over a funny card. It’s kind of our thing. Makes me grateful for the little stuff that binds us.