Mother's day weekend started out great. My mom watched Brent while my friend and I went to a concert up in DC. It was a mother's get-away of sorts. We rode the subway overlooking the city, enjoyed the beautiful evening, and no one asked for juice or had to have their butt wiped or yelled "MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY" for 5 minutes straight for no particular reason. I almost didn't know what to do with myself!
Then on the way home, during a thunderstorm, we hydroplaned, spun around on I-95 a few times going 60 mph, went through the median ditch, and out the other side, stopping short of oncoming traffic. Besides being extremely shaken up, we were fine - and extremely lucky!
So after getting home finally around 3 in the morning, and falling asleep finally some time after that, I wasn't exactly bright-eyed when Brent came to wake me up at 7. I turned on some Thomas, and we made a track and played with his trains for a bit. Every so often I would appeal to him for maybe a hug or kiss for Mother's Day, and he would look at me and decline. "Playing trains mommy! No kisses!!". I pretended to be upset, but he was unphased. "Be happy, mommy! No sad!"
And believe me I was. Because for a moment, I thought I wasn't going to be here to see your smiling face that morning. And anyways, you made up for it later when you weren't ready to go to bed. You grabbed onto my neck and screamed for more kisses. "Kiss my cheek, mommy! Kiss my head! Kiss my shoulder! (as he pointed his elbow in my face)" Every time I started to get up, you would drag me down for more, giggling and shrieking. It was the best present I could have asked for.
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