For anyone who may think Mother’s Day is just another “Hallmark Holiday”; who grumbles about having to spend their precious Sunday with Mom; who mindlessly sputters, “Every day is Mother’s Day”; let me describe what’s happening in Jess’s house at midnight on May 10.
I am laying on one of two twin beds pushed together in M.’s room, wide awake typing this post on my iPhone because I left my iPad at work while rushing to get home to my M. who had two teeth pulled today.
Why two twin beds? Because M. isn’t a consistent sleeper. Yep, he’ll be eight next month. EIGHT. Eight years of wondering how much sleep I’ll be blessed with. Seven of those years I was up every night at some point or other. For four of those years I can honestly say I slept no more than four to five hours a night, sometimes in fifteen-minute increments.
But I digress… Where were we? Oh right, the twin beds. See, the “original plan” (you know the plan I mean… it’s the one when you are pregnant with number two where you assume numbers 1 and 2 will be BFFs and 2 will typically develop and, um, sleep) was for JC and M. to share a room. M. being a vampire blew that plan apart. JC now takes residence in another room with its own bed, leaving an extra twin–my twin–in M.’s room. Somewhere in year five or six, my mother in law came up with the idea to push the beds together so I could get some sleep, instead of me being crammed in one twin with M.
Judge if you must, but remember I am old, I have a full time job, and I need sleep. By Year Five of having Edward Cullen for a son (Twilight reference– Stephenie Meyers’s vampires don’t sleep), I would have sold my soul to the Devil for an extra hour of shut eye. Child psychology and expert opinions can go screw at 3 a.m. on a work night.
Digressing, I know. Back to M.
Yesterday’s note from M.’s teacher mentioned a “stomach bug.” Good thing M. didn’t catch that one!, I told myself.
Wrong! He caught it. Poor kid has been throwing up all night.
So I am on M.’s twin, on the plastic mattress cover, with a towel for a pillow and the annoying guardrail next to me, while M. sleeps restlessly next to me, alternating between shivering and sweating, on the last clean set of sheets (which are covered with towels that he somehow manages to miss while heaving).
The bathtub in his bathroom (yep, he has his own bathroom– our town home has 3.5 baths– which makes a great excuse for a cleaning lady) is full of germ-laden, festering laundry. Sheets, blankets, towels, clothes, pajamas. Should be a fun day tomorrow!
Still, as I lay here uncomfortable and overly tired, wondering if I will be fired from my job for calling out tomorrow and wondering how I will get my iPad for the weekend since I left it in my unlocked office, and wondering if I can reschedule everything we were supposed to do tomorrow, and dreading laundry, and wondering when JC will catch the bug, if I had one wish granted to me right now I would wish for M. to feel better. That is really all I want from life at this moment. The other stuff is just distraction.
Your Mom does a lot for you. Even if you don’t realize it. Even if you think she doesn’t do much now for you, at some point she did. At some point she stayed up all night watching you, her sick child, sleep to make sure you were okay. Maybe she even spent the next day doing craploads of laundry.
Wish your Mom a Happy Mother’s Day this weekend. And wish me luck as I battle The Stomach Bug of May 2013.
14 thoughts on “Overnight Post- Happy Mother’s Day”
Oh how I can relate and every mother I know can relate, wishing M wellness and sleep for you, I still don’t get a good night sleep and I was told after having children you never get sleep again….here’s to sleep and motherhood
This is precisely why all mothers eventually say,” wait til you have kids of your own”. It’s a full time, life long job. Most of us don’t need or expect accolades, just a happy Mother’s Day wish. Just seeing our kids grown and responsible is all the thanks we need. I have been blessed. 😘
Oh, I hope that M gets to feeling better and that no one else in the house catches the Stomach Bug of May 2013!! And, I’ll tell you now, in case I forget – Happy Mother’s Day Jess!! 🙂
Bravo! with the writing and with the “mom”ming, you clearly are an expert at both. Wishing you good sleep!
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Aww thanks so much! Definitely adds sunshine to my day!
P.S. Happy Mother’s Day! Hope you get a good night’s rest tonight – or at least a nap!
This was lovely! I don’t know what I find more impressive: typing this out on an iphone or writing this while M is sick!
Jess, Hope you get some rest and that M gets well soon. At least M didn’t throw up on a bed covered with 50 stuffed animals! Love the Cullen reference. Namaste.
Poor you! I can relate. I once had 3 kids with the stomach bug at the same time.
The digressing must be due to the lack of sleep. 🙂 Happy Mother’s Day!
I’m sorry M is sick. I’ve followed your blog long enough to know you are a great mom… even when it means staying up with a sick kid, or finding “safe” paper for your kid to tear apart.
Happy Mother’s Day 🙂
Wishing you a good night’s sleep. Or any kind of night’s sleep even. Totally feel your pain x
You have simultaneously made me miss my mother fiercely and recall a moment when I was 8 where I woke up feeling sick, vomited all over myself and my bed, then decided I felt to horrible to do anything about it and promptly went back to bed. My poor mom. I should have sent her better flowers.
Ha! Yes, she deserved the large sized bouquet for sure! But I am sure she loved taking care of you, vomit and all.