The clock reads 2:30am I know this because I am starring at it after being shaken awake.”Mom, my stomach hurts.”, says Jay. I walk him upstairs and rub his back until he falls back to sleep. Then I stumble back into my own bed.
3:15am…Tap Tap Tap “Mom my stomach hurts. I keep going number two.” Jay then proceeds to describe in detail what it looked like. I groggly walk him back upstairs and again get him back to sleep. Once more I fall tiredly into my bed.
3:40am I roll over and notice that there is a light on upstairs. I know instinctly it is Jay. I roll my tired old bones out of bed and once again make the dreaded climb upstairs. I find Jay lying in bed staring at the ceiling.
“What’s the matter? Are you still feeling sick?”, I ask him. “No… but I could be so I figure I better stay up.” I am too tired to try and reason with him. Instead I just turn the light off and lay with him until he falls back to sleep.
4:15am I wake up because my left arm has fallen asleep. I some how manage to untangle myself from the boy and head back to my own bed. I am just about to fall back to sleep when I see a flashing blue light outside my window.
I love that I live in such a safe community but at that moment I wanted to kill the police officer who decicided to do a traffic stop outside of my house. 30 minutes later the lights stop flashing and finally, finally I fall back to sleep.
At 7:30am Jay came jumping into my bed. Tap tap tap “Mom…mom wake up. Are you up? Good! I just wanted to let you know I feel fine now. You can go back to bed. Oh… Happy Mother’s Day!” And then he wooshed out the door.
It WAS a Happy Mom’s Day. First off my son, on his own wished me a happy Mother’s day. Hubby and Grace made me breakfast in bed. They presented me with a princess crown, glasses fit for a rock star, an inflatable monkey (still not sure about that one), Mardi Gras beads, homemade cards and a gorgous Dooney & Burke purse that I have had my eye on for a few months.