What is it about being sick that makes us wish our mom could be bedside until we feel better? For the past week I've had this virus that could wipe out a small island. I don't know how I survived but I feel like I'm slowly loosening the hands of the grim reaper. On Wed. morning upon awakening I actually cried myself back to sleep because my body ached so much. I was very surprised to wake up much less to find myself in less pain and able to move about some. I felt so damn helpless. I guess that's where the "mommy" syndrome comes in. I remember when I had to have my wisdom teeth extracted. I had them removed at a dentist near my mom's house and had every intention of driving myself home, which was Burbank at the time and recouping there. Well thankfully she talked me into staying at her house after the surgery. She drove me home, filled my pain killer prescription, rented me some movies, propped me up on the couch, made some homemade soup and other liquids, and helped me change out my bloody gauze. Yup, good old mom. Could have used her around the house this last week. Don't worry folks, I plan on having her around when our first baby comes home, someday soon hopefully. P.s. That's not my mom and that's not me and a sibling. I just thought the picture was a perfect fit for this post.
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