Monday musings.

Mother's Day looked a little something like this.

Pleasant, nice, great weather, good food,

close family, fun, relaxing, bliss.

The wee hours of the morning after weren't so

pleasant, nice, or blissful.

They looked something like this...

and so it goes.

2 down, more to go, I'm sure. 

My husband let me sleep a bit when Pete was puking.

A continuation of Mother's Day, or because he is just plain awesome.

If I didn't have to get my cavity/filling fixed today
because of the extreme pain it's currently causing,

we'd all be snuggling in bed.

In between puke loads of laundry, of course.

My tummy hurts, too.

Boo!