The best. . . The worst. . .

I am of the opinion that becoming a mother brings the greatest joys of life. I am also of the opinion that motherhood holds some of the worst moments in life as well. I have just survived a little of the latter. Yesterday would rank up there as one of the worst days of my life. Now I want you to understand that I know there are much, much worse things that could happen and I will take this recent trial to any of those, but I hope I don't have to relive this experience for a long, long time. Now that I have this huge intro here's what it all comes down to: the flu! Drew threw up 14 times yesterday!!!! I changed my clothes 4 times and Drew's 8 times. I did three loads of laundry washing blankets, pillows, clothes and rags. I've cleaned my rug with four different cleaners and I will probably use them all again tomorrow just for safe measure. By the end of the day I was so drained. My mom stopped by with some Gatorade for Drew and I was sooo grateful for the visit. She took over for a couple of hours reading Drew stories. He loves to read stories with Grandma. Even my poor mom didn't escape the destruction--sorry mom, I know you've been thrown up on before, but you should be past those fun times after raising 8 of your own. So far today our score is zero. Hopefully it continues and proves to be a twenty-four hour flu that is over for good. So, of sorts, I feel like I have lived through a rite of passage for moms. I feel for those of you with more than one sick child at a time (I'm sure my day will come). And I am especially sympathetic for those of you that do this all as a single parent. Dustin gets home tonight and I will gladly end this run of single parenting. Thanks for letting me share my trial--here's hopin' the bug misses all of your homes!!!