So I was feeling pretty special. There is a LOT going on this month, lots of projects happening for various members of the family, but I was managing to keep things ticking along fairly well. Even down to Mother’s Day. Last year had been lovely at the Museum of Vancouver’s High Tea. I didn’t have the energy, dollars or means to top that, but was patting myself on the back when I booked us a table at the Rocky Mountain Flatbread Company for all of us…not just me and my mom but for the whole bunch of us to enjoy a meal and the chaos together.
I find Mother’s Day a bit awkward these days. My mother in law passed away a few years ago now, so I never make any big deal noises about it around my husband and am quite happy with what ever the kids bring home from school to mark the day. But I like to use the day as a properly focused time when I not only say ‘thanks mom’ as she hustles out the door -but SHOW how much I appreciate her and love her too.
My mom.
But the fates had other plans for me.
I woke up last Thursday with a gummy eye. I wasn’t TOO concerned since Adam had had some pink eye before and it has passed in about 24 hours. I got some eye drops and didn’t really think about it, or that I wasn’t feeling very well. My eye felt better Friday morning and I thought I did too, but no. I did not. In fact, I felt worse and started to feel much much worse. To the point of calling the troops home (mom and Patrick are the troops) and asking to be taken to either the doctor (HAH) the walk in, or the ER.
I won’t go into details about what may have been said to the reception when I staggered in with my son guiding me half blind from the suddenly blossoming eye infection and they told me that despite there not being ANY people in the waiting area, I would have to wait an hour to see the doctor. They changed they minds, suffice it to say. Nor will I go into details about dealing with VGH ER. It was not fun and not pretty and took over 3 hours for someone to say that yes indeed it was a virus and not bacterial therefore there was fuck all they could do for me. This was confirmed when they sent me to a ‘specialist’ on Saturday who again said ‘yes it is viral sorry.’
So instead of prepping for a nice Mom’s Day I spent the weekend trying to perfect the right drug cocktail that would kill the searing eye pain and send me into dreamland for longer than two hours at a time. It was not fun.
I am not better yet. I can see…sort of…but I can SEE and it doesn’t HURT. However….I am still sick. I am feeling weak and woozy and if this doesn’t clear up in SIX MORE SLEEPS I will lose my freaking mind.
So (again) instead of gearing up for our family trip to Disneyland and ticking off another Moms Day Brunch as done, I am once again needing my mom to help ME.
She watched and fed the kids on Friday and Saturday while I was at my appointments. In fact she took them out with her most of the day on Saturday yard saleing. She is doing the school pickups for me this week as well as taking me to the various doctors appointments and helping keeping Tara from turning feral as I lay about in my ‘weakened’ state 🙂
I had plans this week. I was going to get all my bloggy stuff organized for being away, my house clean….I have been testing out the Hoover Windtunnel vacuum and want to show you all my ‘tests’ and have a giveaway too. Mainly I wanted my house all clean and sorted for heading down to Cali next week. Weeeeeellll at this stage of the game I can’t make any promises.
But I am pissed about Mom’s Day.
I wanted to take mom out. We were also going to go see Iron Man III too and figured that would make a nice day. Her and I are fairly busy people and so our time together is usually when she is jumping in to help out and not necessarily for a fun thing. And rarely a fun for just the two of us.
I am unbelievably lucky to have a mom that not only do I love but like and that she loves and likes me!
I am unbelievably lucky that I have a mom who is young at heart and healthy and full of fun and can take my three insane children.
I thank my mom every time she helps me out. But not really THANK her….for all that she does for me. For that she means to me.
She isn’t just help. She is my mom. She is who I call every day to check in and who calls me if she hasn’t heard from me for more than a day.
I am sorry we didn’t have a proper Mother’s Day mom. I will make it up to you…I promise.
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