Celebrating what I am, the only way I know how, being it.

With a show of hands, how many of you have seen Holiday Inn? Good movie. Classic. Well, they sing a song about holidays. And that is what I've been hearing in my head, except instead of "Happy Holidays" It is saying "Happy Mothers Day". But it isn't in the sweet, little African American children in the doorway way. It is sarcastic. It's almost nagging. "Happy Mothers Day...Happy Mothers Day...."

Because Jameson and I both missed fasting last week due to one of us being sick and the other working, we fasted. So as worthy and good it was for us to be fasting, this explains why we had low blood sugar. And we all know how Parnell women get on low blood sugar. Jameson was prepping for dinner (Cheesecake factory lettuce wraps di-vine!) and I got upset with myself. We didnt have enough Rice Vinegar, out of sugar, etc etc. (Btw they ended up fabulous and we're over stuffed).

All this time Chloe is a tornado of ear infection, low fever and energy. Nothing stops this girl. We get to church, and Jameson says he'll watch her until the hour starts. Cause, well, he had surgery on his ingrown toe nail Friday and has a little gimp. Which didnt stop him from agreeing Saturday afternoon to teach the lesson for Priesthood. So. Chloe is with me whilst I try to play piano. She played a lot of bass solo until someone would decide to come up and move her, or the chorister comes over to have her lead.

The next two hours my surgically enhanced (heehee) husband would chase her around, while they passed around Sees candies, cookies, and down the hall, the primary threw a mothers brunch that I was invited to. It wasn't a fast I was having a hard time with though. For that I am grateful.

We somehow made it through Sacrament meeting. Which means my mothers day present was sitting in the chapel alone to listen. I came out later to Jameson telling me Chloe had been screaming so hard she was gagging. We got home and all of us went down for naps. Much deserved naps.

I woke up to Chloe coughing so I walked out to get her out of her crib. She seemed just fine if just a little disoriented. We went into the kitchen to grab her a drink. She hadn't been eating or drinking all day--just little sips or nibbles. She even turned down spaghetti! All of two minutes later I bent down to get her cup heard a different kind of gag/cough and next thing I knew she was throwing up in my hair, down my shirt, down my pants and all over the floor. Cue husband. Not missing a beat he grabbed a towel and started mopping it up. He's awesome and a CNA like that ;)

She screamed for a second but then I stripped her and she ran off happy as a lark. She still really hasn't eaten anything but she's happy (just short wicked and irritable).

So "Happy Mothers Day...Happy Mothers Day to me". I am taking care of a gimpy husband, a sick girl, with throw up in my hair, an old 5k shirt on, stuffed to the rafters with lettuce wraps and a big smile on my face.

Being a Mother is not always glamorous, but every day I am a mother is :)