Happy Friday readers! I just pulled into Starbucks to Blog. I was volunteering this morning for my son’s school at the local bowling alley for his Purim Bowlathon (for those of you that don’t know, Purim is sort of like our Jewish Halloween). The kids were all dressed up and adorable, and ran into the bowling alley by the bus load, excited to play hookie for the morning. It was great fun. As always, whenever my son sees me at any school event, his face beams with pride, and I can see he just wants to melt into my arms, but holds back in an effort not to look “uncool.” My heart was full watching him with his friends. He was so happy, so proud, such a thriving young man. And at the end of the day, what more could a mom wish for? Health and contentment for those they love. I’ll take it and shut up.
Next, onto child number 2. My 3 year old. Things with him weren’t quite as sunny last night. We were having a great day till about 8pm last night. Then he became violently ill. To say he threw up a little in his bed was an understatement. My washing machine did not stop from 8pm until 4am. He threw up at least 8 times and I was scrounging around pulling pillows from all of the beds to replace the previous ones he had thrown up on. He didn’t stop from 8:30pm – 3AM. I became so overwhelmed with worry. Couple that with the cleaning and preparing a new fresh bed for him every hour, and it was complete chaos. My husband ran out at midnight to buy pedialyte, but he wouldn’t take it. We came very close to ending up in the hospital, but then the throwing up stopped, and he fell asleep at 4:15am. Unfortunately he awoke at 6:08am, but fortunately he was perfect healthy and happy. So, I’m not working on much sleep and I’m quite delirious to say the least. Kids. The joys of mommyhood. We wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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