Food Poisoning?

Last night I had dinner at a restaurant with Dylan and my dad.  I had the tomato basil soup, 1/2 chicken salad croissant sandwich, water, and a chocolate chip cookie.  It's what I always get at this particular restaurant.  I'm pretty sure I won't be getting it the next time I go there.  As a matter of fact, I'm thinking it might be a while until I go there again.

You see, I spent most of last night and today until 4pm either curled up in a fetal position with massive stomach pain, or running to the bathroom.  Food poisoning?  Whatever it was, it was not fun.

Luckily, my mom was coming over to watch Dylan so I could go to work, which of course, didn't happen. My timesheet also didn't get turned in (sigh).  So, she spent the entire day alternating between bringing me ginger ale and cinnamon toast, and keeping Dylan out of the house, so I could get some sleep.  (Thanks again Mom!  You are the best!)

Jim called twice to check on me, and see if I felt any better.

And, even on a craptastic day such as this, my little sweetheart managed to put a smile on my face.  First, by ever so carefully carrying the plate with my cinnamon toast upstairs for me.  Then, by bringing me a stack of his books, that he had selected because "they're all long, and you'll be sick for a long time, so you'll need something to read".  Then, by bringing me a stuffed animal ("Mommy Puppy") to console me.  Then, by picking a dandelion for me while he was out with "Mi-Mi".  Last, but not least, by bringing me this note...

It looks like it says "Feel Bitter Mom", which I kind of was, having to miss enjoying the beautiful weather today.  But, really, more than anything, today I just felt...loved.