A Really Real Mother's Day
It's 7 a.m. on Mother's Day and I'm already done. I'm exhausted. I had my Mother's Day adventure in the wee hours of last night and I'm good. No, really. This is how it went down. Last night we foolishly stayed up until midnight to finish a show we're watching on Netflix. And as I prepared for sleep, I set my alarm for 2 a.m. so I could give medication to two puppies that have been sick. I've done it the last two nights and apparently my body and brain has forgotten how awful it is to get up in the middle of the night. Just after I fell back asleep, our youngest came staggering in and announced he was going to throw up. And he did. All through the rest of the night (thankfully into the toilet...Mother's Day miracle!) During one of the moments in between episodes as we were trying to find some sleep, someone came honking up our driveway at 6:30 a.m. until my hubs went outside. The perpetrator wanted to know about th...