Moms Kick Ass

This weekend, Hubs was out of town.  I'm nearly 32 years old and only slightly ashamed to say that when I'm home alone, I get scared.  Every little noise wakes me up and I give serious thoughts to setting boobie traps throughout my house in case somebody does actually break in. 

So after getting no sleep Wednesday or Thursday night, I decided to pack a bag on Friday night and take Bugs for a sleepover at grandma's.  (Oh yeah, and I was sleeping over there too.)  My mom and dad were really nice about it and didn't even say anything about what a pussy I am or how I should maybe grow a pair and be a grown up.

It couldn't have been better timing either because Saturday morning I woke up vomiting.  Like actually woke up when the vomit was starting to come out.  Sa-weeeeeet!!!  It wasn't from the pregnancy either.  Oh no.  This was some type of food poisoning, or according to my theory, a new virus that has not been discovered yet because people would tell you about it.  I mean, if you guys knew about this virus already and didn't tell me, well, then, I fucking disown your asses.

So there I was, all of Saturday and some of Sunday, puking and the other gross stuff.  My mom let me stay in her bed.  She brought me 7-up and chicken noodle soup and water and popsicles. 

Oh yeah and took care of my son all weekend. 

I love my kid and all but I do wonder if when he is 31 I'm going to be all "yeah come throw up and shit yourself all over my house and I'll take care of you and clean up after you!" 

My mom is awesome.