Despite being a little meh about the holiday, I live in a neighborhood where Halloween is taken very seriously. So seriously that there was a giant pumpkin for my little ladybug to sit on for a photo op (AB was neither impressed nor excited):
So seriously, that the local news was parked a few houses down to get in on the action. Notice Dan in the corner-- he made the 5:00 news:
I was all set to post about this on Tuesday, when I started to feel funny. You knew what I'm talking about. When you wake up and go, 'Ugh, I have a headache', and by 7:00 that night you're puking your guts out and calling your bff giving her way too much information about your symptoms (sorry about that, K).
A woman in her thirties has no time for the flu, but this one had me feeling like I'd been wrung out like a dirty dishtowel. Asking for help is never fun, but considering walking up and down the stairs was making me dizzy and drinking water was making me gag, I knew it was time to assemble the troops. And by troops, I mean my mother-in-law. My oh-my-gosh-I-don't-know-what-I-would-do-without-you mother-in-law.
My original request had been for her to come watch Anna for a couple of hours so I could rest and puke in peace. What she ended up doing was coming over at 10:00am to make homemade chicken soup and song you bing (I might have butchered the pin yin there, but basically they are pancakes fried with green onions. I haven't had them since living in BJ!)
All this while I rested upstairs and talked to my actual Mom, who was beside herself with worry and called every ten minutes to see if I was better.
As with all things, this flu seems to have run its course and today I'm feeling much more like the chipper woman in her thirties I am. But it has gotten me thinking about being a Mom, and how it never ends. How I've got one Mom far away, and one Mom close, and even though I'm an old woman in her thirties now, I need them both and they are always there. And how lucky that makes little old me.