A No-Good, Very Bad Week

Labor Day - this week was supposed to be a great one. Labor Day marks the end of summer. The day after Labor Day is my youngest's first day of Mother's Day Out for the fall. Twice a week, I'm footloose and kid-free.

Or so I was supposed to be.

Instead, I was awakened at 4:30 to the sounds of Toot-a-loo being sick to her stomach. The sickness carried on until late that evening. So much for Mother's Day Out.

Then, yesterday, my dad was in a motorcycle accident. On the motorcycle my husband gave to him. He was flown to the hospital - they were afraid of a head injury. Not a good way to start the day. Thankfully, he'll be fine. A few stitches here, a few staples there, and he's back home.

I thought I was in the clear until I picked up the big kids from school. Joseycat had gotten sick 30 minutes before I arrived, and continued to throw up through the evening.

The final straw was when Mr. Wyatt threw up around 8:30.

Oh, and dear hubby is off on a motorcycle ride through the northeast. God, I love being a mom.

I Love You

Three little words. We've said them to each other more times than I can imagine over the last 19 years. Many times as we're getting off the phone, walking out the door, falling asleep.

For some reason, though, when he said it that morning...the first three words out of his mouth that day...it stuck with me. Do you speak your heart when you're still in that semi-dreamlike state as you're waking up? I choose to believe so.

And those three little words that morning meant more to me than hearing them so many times over the last 19 years. He really does love me. And I love him.