Him being home and sick got me to remembering quite fondly the days when the kids were little and they were vomiting, had the runs, had fevers and the chills. See Jen running around the house like a chicken without a head back and forth to the laundry room doing loads and loads of wash in between making chicken soup. Now my son is a grown man who obviously can take care of himself but having him here still stirs the memories.
I know, I know call me crazy! And you may wonder why any mother should fondly remember vomit and crap? Actually it's the bodies spewing said bodily fluids that I miss having home most of the time.
You wait, a nest that is empty has a very different view!
And here is the view of my laundry room floor after Matthew had left. My husband had stacked his linens up on the floor so that they could be washed! I had to laugh, ya know some things never change.
Well actually some things do change.
I'm older now and I won't be running to the washer and dryer.
Now I'll walk!
|that afghan was a wedding present from my aunt gen over 30 years ago|