Some asshole ball player decided years ago to hold a big annual super-series ball tournament every Mother's Day weekend. As if we don't lose our guys enough to the ball field over the next 3 months, we also have to sacrifice the one freakin' day a year that is supposed to be all about us. Instead, we are single parents for 12 solid hours both Saturday and Sunday.
So, today was not unlike any other day around here.
a) B.Rube woke me up the first time at 6:30 am requesting my help with a new lamb born overnight. This is the third year running that we've had a lamb born on Mother's Day. How fitting. (Both the mom and the single ram lamb are doing really well, requiring no assistance from us, and already out in the field with the rest of the general population.)
b) S.Rube woke me up the second time at 8:30 am (after having gone back to bed) by vomitting all over the bed that her and I were sleeping in. Nice, stale, had-a-long-time-to-stew-in-there-overnight, curdled old vomit. She has since vomitted twice more, both times successful at finding the strategically placed garbage can. I am, however, forced to do massive loads of laundry on today of all days. How fitting.
(Happy Mother's Day, mom!!! I love you. You're the best and I can't wait to see you in less than a month....it's off to the Wild Orange Spa for us.)