High: Kyle and Jack bringing me breakfast in bed (from McDonald's, of course).
Low: Working in the church nursery. I know this shouldn't be a low but for some reason I was lacking energy and enthusiasm.
High: Kyle took Jack home from church and I went to Ann Arbor to return a few things and do some shopping. The alone time was nice.
Low: Being 30 minutes late to dinner at my in-laws' house.
High: Spending time with family.
Low: Noticing that Jack wasn't himself . . . he was very whiny and cried at the drop of a hat. Then my mother-in-law said those dreaded words: "He feels warm." And he did. Feverishly warm. I took him home and changed him into pajamas and set him on our bed to cuddle for a while. About 10 minutes later, he puked everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Even on Murphy.
High: Praying with my sick baby and singing him to sleep.
Low: Cleaning up the vomit and feeling a little bit nauseous myself.
There's a sort of poetic justice to ending mother's day covered in your child's vomit, no?
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