Adventures in motherhood

Bart received a Certificate in Christian Leadership Saturday. I thought I was going to be fine. We took him out to eat (with Mom and Dad paying, which was NOT in the plan), then we took him back home. We had to leave almost immediately since his dad had been up nearly all night. I didn't want to leave so soon; that was bad enough. Then, as we were driving out, Brian started talking about how he's grown up. I've cried off and on ever since. Isn't it awful?

Walked in from Care Group last night, only to find Brett down on the couch. Somewhere, he picked up a bug. At that time he had a temp and a headache. He'd taken Advil about 2 hours before and he was still hot and achey, so I made him take Tylenol, too. I called Billie Jo to tell her I'd probably not make it in today and then we concentrated on Brett. We got him settled in and I drifted off into an unsettled sleep.

At 11:30, my phone talked to me. You know how these new ones are. A feminine voice starts out with, "You have a message from...", then a mechanical male voice says the name. This time, "he" said, "...Bart." After reading the message that said, "Call me in the morning," I called him then.

My mistake.

"Mom, I can't fit everything into my car. Can you come help me move tomorrow?"

Why on earth that took on such great import at 11:30, I'll never know, but I tried to deal with it. Since I couldn't help him move, I tried to think of what to do. No good. I think I mumbled something about "sleeping on it" ("sleeping" would have been more accurate) and getting back with him in the morning. At 12:30, I received another message: "Don't worry about it. I'll figure something out." If he thought I was going to stare at the ceiling all night, trying to find an answer to his dilemma, I guess I'm a terrible disappointment as a mom.

I settled in once again--still not a deep sleep, but at least somewhat restful.

What is worse at 4:00 in the morning than hearing your kid throwing up in the bathroom? Not much. Honestly. Not much at all. All I could think aside from, "Poor kid," is, "I REALLY hope that's still Brett, because if Brennan has it, too..." Maybe a bit mercenary on the part of Brett, but still... It was still Brett.