They Bring Me Flowers

I've had a crappy few days. Sawyer is being treated for pneumonia and ear issues. Spenser has had a cold with fever this week. Mason started with a random and sudden ear ache one night at dinner and again at bedtime, but it was gone by morning. And was fine for two days until the other ear felt left out and decided it wanted some attention at midnight. Repeatedly. And then it was fine the next day. And now Mason is coughing. And I think Carter is claiming that he has a cough, too. Although I haven't heard him. I had back and knee aches earlier in the week. And as soon as they were better I had a very sudden neck spasm that almost left me sitting on the sofa all day. That only lasted a day and the back and knee started back up and today it's the neck and knee. I think. I don't even know. Or maybe it's the neck, back, and knee. Whatever. I know it's an ibuprofen day for me again. (And did I mention that Joe is out of town?)

All I know is that I've wiped more runny noses, caught more phlegmy barf in my hand, and dispensed more medicines than any world record holder which only resulted in one miscalculated dosage. And, thankfully, it wasn't life-threatening or dangerous in any way.

I had planned on sewing last night. That's before I realized I was in a terrible mood and that I shouldn't be allowed to play with any sharp objects while I was distracted. I am making sleeves for a sweet-16 party dress for a girl at church, whose dress was sleeveless. It would not have been a good night to work on another person's garment.

And even though I was (and still am) in a foul mood. All is well. They bring me flowers. And they love me. Crazed mom and all.