It’s been a booger of a week (literally). Back to school night Monday made for any extra long start to the week. By the time I was packing up that night, I could feel it in my throat…I was starting to come down with a bug. Usually I would go immediately home and make myself a nice immune-boosting drug cocktail of Vitamin C, Zinc, and Echinacea. This time, no dice. I can’t take any of that with little B inside. So there I was, a human petri dish growing all sorts of nasty cold germs, and there was nothing I could do about it.
By Tuesday and Wednesday night, I was exhausted from working all day and run down by the germs that were making me feel achy and bad all over. I couldn’t eat much of anything and, although exhausted, I wasn’t sleeping much either.
Thursday morning, I made the call. I called in the Calvary. I called Mom. She met me when I got home from work with a giant pot of chicken soup. I ate two giant bowls immediately. Then the goodness kept coming; she made other deliciousness for the freezer that I can pull out later.
Last night, thanks to Mom, I got food in me and was able to get some sleep. The woman is amazing and I know never thought twice about coming over here with the bountiful goodness. It’s what she does. It’s who she is. I hope that become half of the amazing, warm, and gracious mother that she has always been.