Ahh, There's a Spider in my House!

Spiderman, that is!

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there! I wasn't exactly excited about Mother's Day this year, considering that Tom wouldn't be home, AGAIN, and to be honest, it was a pretty crappy week! Hospitals, sick kids and no husband aren't exactly my cup of tea.

As I talked to a friend at church today, I told her how I don't like holidays if Tom's not here. I later decided that I must have sounded pretty ungrateful. After all, I did get a Mother's Day wake-up call from my hubby in Singapore, and I got a fantastic card from Sammie and Tommy this morning.

I also have the wonderful mother who raised me (how hard could it have been--I'm always easy, right Mom? :) I also have my second mom, who is not the stereotypical mother-in-law. I love her to pieces and talk to her almost every day.

And then there's my two little kiddos--the ones the Lord has entrusted me to raise. I still remember the first time they handed me little Sammie--she had my same face and a full head of soft, dark hair (I was so excited it wasn't red like mine!). Then I remember the first time I was able to hold Tommy--he was two days old in the NICU. He had a cute little old man face with a skiff of dark hair (yay, again--not red!).

So, looking back, I guess I am grateful it is Mother's Day, and most of all, for the opportunity to be a mother. It's the hardest, yet most rewarding, job I've ever had!

Poor Tommy = Poor Mommy

I am soooo glad last week is over. Tommy went to a preschool evaluation on the last day of April, and two days later mysteriously turned up sick. To make a long story short, he ended up spending 4 days in the hospital (after a quick ambulance ride between hospitals) with a fever, severe diarrhea,vomiting, and dehydration. After running every test under the sun (including the swine flu!), they came back with a diagnosis of the Rotavirus. Dad/Tom of course was out of the country for the whole fantastic week (that guy, he lucks out on everything), but fortunately my sister-in-law (Rachel), who also happens to be an RN, was here. We also had lots of friends, family and ward members offer to help. Thank you!

Tommy, being the high-maintenance guy that he is, was not exactly the model patient. I think he was known on the floor as the little crabby patty. He got irritated any time a nurse, or anyone for that matter, even walked in the room. Not that I blame him--IV's, blood draws, etc., aren't my idea of fun either.

I'm just glad he's home and back to the same little troublemaker that he usually is. And, no, neither myself nor Sammie escaped the stupid virus either. As for Rachel, we will see . . .