Peter was in Norway last week for business so I was left alone to be SuperMom. I handled the task mighty well if I do say myself. I scheduled the crap out of each day so they would tumble exhausted into bed each night. I was handsomely rewarded for my solo efforts with a stomach virus that caused me to be miserable and puke so violently I was shocked there wasn’t alcohol involved.

Finn came down with said virus on Thursday about 2 hours before Peter got home. Hadley got it on Friday and I got it yesterday. Finn puked and shat on anything he came into contact with. Hadley was very civilized about the whole thing and always puked into her designated bucket (Throw Up bucket 2006!!) Her main concern was getting puke in her hair so she’d go to puke and say “I’m gonna puke! Hold my hair!!” A few times I was requested by name to be the holder of the hair, which is a dubious honor because it is sort of difficult to do. While she was puking I was holding the hair and Peter was crouched down next to her. I kept saying “Good job sweetheart. There you go.” Then I said to Peter “Good job? Should I be cheering on her puking?” He just looked at me.

I’m coming out of the pukey blur just in time for the last few hours of daylight on Mother’s Day. Needless to say this Mother’s Day was not the brunch filled, Norman Rockwell moment infused day I had envisioned. Instead I laid in bed watching crappy TV and taking tiny sips of water.

My darling baby girl did make me a card at school though and presented me with a carnation. The card was a template that her teacher’s had her fill in. (They wrote what she said)

This is my mother (next to this is a picture of me drawn by H. Orange and yellow hair, purple eyes, red nose and yellow mouth)

My mother’s name is MOMMY

My mother is 70 years old

My mother’s favorite food is PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY

My mother likes to PLAY ON THE PLAYGROUND WHEN SHE WAS LITTLE

Aw…She also kept coming upstairs to “check” on me today and would say Happy Mother’s Day each time she came. She’d pet my arm and say “I hope you’re done puking mom.”

Here’s hoping for a mellow, healthy (as healthy as my world can get) week.

Namaste MFs.