Happy Belated Mother's Day...

Happy Belated Mother's Day to all you mothers out there. Especially my own.

I had big plans to write a wonderful tribute to my mother and post it yesterday. I'll explain why it never happened.

My Mother's Day morning started out well. The kids came in at 6:30 because they were so excited to wish me a Happy Mother's Day... I thanked them graciously and then sweetly explained that a real treat for Mommy today would be that I get to sleep in. They surprisingly agreed. Great.

I awoke to presents from each of the kids and my husband and then a egg, cheese, and bacon bagel sandwich for breakfast. Still going great.

My husband took our Milton Hershey boys to chapel at 9 and the kids and I hung out until they came home a little after ten. Then I did a little laundry from our apartment at MHS and then I was heading out to Hersheypark for a few hours with some of our MHS boys. I met a few of my girlfriends there (RB scored free day passes to Hersheypark for moms) and we rode rides together for a few hours. Still a great day.

And then it happened. While standing in line for the front seats of the Great Bear (my alltime favorite ride) I started feeling one of my typical, weekly headaches coming on. But it was getting intense quickly. Then I noticed that the lower area of my right eye was getting blurry. At first I thought it was just a smudge on my glasses, but no. I was getting a full fledged migraine. We rode the Great Bear, twice. And after the second time, I was done. I excused myself from my friends and started towards the front gates when I realized I wasn't going to make it - I was going to either pass out on the trek, or throw up. I took a detour and headed to the First Aid station (which happened to NOT be as close as I would have liked), all the while holding my vomit back. I kept thinking - I do not want to throw up around all these people, I do not want to throw up in those bushes, I do not want to throw up in that garbage can.

Phew. I made it to the First Aid station. Laid down for about 15 minutes until I felt my stomache subside a bit. Then realized, I had to meet my MHS boys back at the van at 5:00 and it was pushing 4:30, and I knew I would need the entire half an hour to get there. So, off I left. By the time I made it to the van, I thought I was going to die. Literally. I stood hunched over next to the van just waiting for the vomit to hit - but I'll be darned, it just wouldn't come out.

The whole ride home I kept thinking, well if it hits me now, I'll pull over next to that restaurant. If it hits me on the next block, I'll pull of into that patch of grass. Ugh... what a miserable ride home. I made it back to our student home just in time, to puke my guts up for an hour and then lie in bed until 9 pm praying whatever was causing so much pain in my head wouldn't explode, while my sweet husband held down the fort - making dinner, packing our things, and taking 13 high school boys, and our own three young children to a mandatory softball game. He was awesome.

I'm feeling remarkably better this morning, but definitely feel like I spent yesterday in sheer agony. I'm calling the doctor, the chiropractor AND the massage therapist today.

So, I'm sorry mom that I never got to your tribute. It would have been beautiful, just like you.