Nothing says "Happy Mother's Day!" like...

"Mom, help me!  I don't feel so go..."

At 7:36 a.m. on Sunday morning.

2013: The year I spent Mother's Day cleaning up my sweet 7 year-old's vomit.  All. Day. Long.

I'm sure every mom has one at one point in her life...and B was so upset that he was sick.  As soon as he started throwing up, I called Justin to come get N, and he hung out with his dad all day.  He was bummed about not spending the day with me, and he ended up having to sleep over there, since B was still going strong as the day winded down.

And once we hit 11:00 p.m., the fever started.  My hot potato tossed and turned for almost 2 hours before I settled him on the couch, and he promptly fell asleep.  I'm hoping he stays asleep for a little while at least.  The kiddo needs some rest.

When N came home to grab some clothes, he presented me with this:

 

Y'all.  I got all teary-eyed right around 6.  I laughed at 8 & 4, and got really misty-eyed at 5, 3, and 2.  And number 1?  I was a mess.

That boy.  That 10 year-old little man?  He has my heart.  And I'm so lucky to be his mom. 

I'm equally lucky to be the mom of my sweet 7 year-old, who always keeps me guessing.  I gave him a hotel front desk-style bell to ding when he needed something.

Yes, I realized after the fact that it was an extremely poor choice in judgement.  It was doubly confirmed when I went in there after a frantic "Ding Ding DING!" and he asked for his bottle of water...that was sitting right next to the stinkin' bell.  He brought home a card, but hasn't finished it yet because he decided to puke up his guts.

So look for that tomorrow.

And, to all the mama's out there, Happy Mother's Day!  You're in a super-fantastic club!

Aubs