Thank God for my mother!

Pudd'n is really sick. I showed up around 1:00 to pick him up from my mother's and Pudd'n was napping.

My son never takes a nap unlesss he is sick. I managed to get him up and bring him home. My mom said to just bring him back later on tonight. She did not want me to get him up extra early just to drop him off at her place. Just feed him, bathe him and bring him back to grandma land for some love'n. Of course all I could think was "my son is sick, he needs his mommy!". But then I thought about when I was a wee lass and what my mom would do for me. She'd wait on me hand & foot and bring me presents of coloring books, crayons and art projects to make. Pudd'n shot out of the elevator like a bat out of hell, laughing and coughing all the way to grandma's door I knew I made the right choice at dropping him at my mum's. He was naked in 5 seconds flat and flew under the covers to snuggle up to his grammy.

I too will be snuggled under the covers, only I'll be with the goat puppy because poor steve gets to splice fiber during the night shift. *giggles with manical glee* I get to sleep by my self!!!!!