o mother, where art thou?
When it rains, it pours, right?
My mother drove down for the weekend. I can’t begin to describe how nice it was to have her here. Kinda weird, in fact, considering that we’ve never been that close. She spent Friday night with my sister, who’s also going through some rough crap, and came back here yesterday. We didn’t do much, just sort of hung around through Spice’s afternoon fussies, but her presence was invaluble. Right around 5pm when I broke down exhausted and crying.
I have a cold, so she whipped up a ginger and coriander tea for me and took the baby unless I needed to feed her. She also made sure I ate, stuffing me with rice and curry, which I swore between mouthfuls was the best thing I’d ever tasted. She helped me get to bed with Spice early, a godsend since I ended up getting up every three hours to ease Spice’s congestion. Oh, and lots of motherly advice was dispensed and which I was actually grateful for.
And then she left this morning. After making me french toast. *sigh*
As if that wasn’t enough of a mood killer, I promptly managed to slip and fall down our metal staircase, which has resulted in a nasty bump on my arm and the spouse banning me from heavy lifting. At least it’s not broken, but the pain is just one more thing I don’t need right now. :-(
I miss my mommy.

