Thank you for you tireless efforts to prove to me, once again, that motherhood is basically a journey of the highest highs and the lowest lows.
Friday night, I stayed home while my husband went out and got some bro time. True to cheesy form, I somehow convinced myself to rent "The Vow." Shut up.
Saturday, we woke up to a pile of vomit in the crib and it was all downhill from there. Most of the day was spent hugging my sick son while tears streamed down his face. The silent agony was far worse than his screaming, grunting and crying could ever be. His fever was fairly high, due to a Dr. Mom-diagnosed combination of required monthly toddler sickness, teething and maybe a reaction to the live-virus in last week's MMR shot. FYI, maybe don't go to the good Google when researching MMR reactions unless you're really prepared to open that door. While I don't see any definite correlation between vaccinations and autism, it is rather frightening to read these posts as your kid is refusing to eat, move or even look at you because he's so miserable.
The whole day he just seemed confused and sad, like he was trying to work out why this was happening to him. Thankfully, he fell asleep easily for the night and miraculously slept straight through me taking his temperature multiple times like a mad mama.
Sunday, we had a new little man on our hands! Ah sleep, is there anything you can't do? Although our daredevil was back, we took it a little easy and abandoned our special hiking plans (sorry, Tony). Mr. Schneed made breakfast though conveniently forgot about dish duty. I did, however, get about 45 minutes of silence to read the NYT, which was pure Mother's Day bliss. I also met some of my besties for ice cream during the wee one's nap. 18 months in and I'm finally beginning to realize that ice cream or wine make blessed nap time even more blessed.
We went for a family bike ride to a local park to round out the day. Shorty managed to find every tweeked out, stoned or drunk couple to say hello to as he was roaming around. In Dolores Park, you can really pick your poison. Oh, and I let him run around without shoes as he conveniently lost one on the bike ride to the park. Definitely not my proudest moment as I looked down and saw bottle caps (and worse) every six inches. Hooray for socks!
Eating a healthy meal of french fries and only french fries.
I'm feeling quite lucky to end this weekend laughing with my boys and all ten of their toes.
P.S.-We found the missing sneaker on the street as we were biking home. Miracles do happen.