...I almost cracked, and so did mom.

"...that the Lord hath made. I will rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24
This is the day I am more thankful than ever for my sweet mother! She got here on Monday and isn't leaving until today, Friday. She has cooked, cleaned, taken care of the kids and me this whole week. She has been awesome, but I think she has almost had enough. She actually started counting to Molly. Not as in teaching her to count but as in, "Molly Jewel Lawton!!! Alright, OOONNNNNEEEE, TWWWOOOO...." well, you get the picture. Sweet Nana had to put the smack down. Yep, she's about had it.

Today is the day I decided I wasn't going to take any more stinking pain pills. Yep, it still hurt, but it's been a week. I'm good. Really bad timing, because today is also the day we have to take my 14 month old to the urologist. The appointment is in the afternoon, during his naptime. So by the time we get there, I'm hurting, Mom's about had it, and Campbell is very fussy and wants a nap. Not good. I can't hold him or lay beside him during the 30 minute ultrasound. Today is the day my poor mother had to carry the diaper bag and my large child, and comfort him. Everything I should be doing. I know to everyone I looked like such a slacker mom. I could feel the stares of the women as they glared at me and gave my mom a sympathetic look as she was wrestling my child while I sat and watched. Today is the longest appointment ever! Today I was told my little man needed surgery. Today, this was almost too much. Today, I almost cracked. I hurt. Physically, yes, I was hurting quite a bit by now, but I hurt for my baby. No mom ever wants to hear that their baby has to have surgery. I call Brian. We decide we need a second opinion.

Today is the day my Mom almost cracked, too. In the car on the way home, we sighed. She was worn out. She thought last week her daughter had cancer, and has spent the last week taking care of her daughter and two kids and now her youngest grandbaby was going to have to have surgery. We looked at each other. I said, "This sucks." She said, "Yep."  Then we both say what we always say, "But in the scheme of things, this is nothing and it will all be okay." Then we begin to laugh. At what, I'm not sure. Yep, I think we have cracked.

Today, when we got home, Brian was home, so I took a pain pill, and my mom packed her stuff and left my driveway in record time. Today, my mom and I are both fine. Her hair is falling out and my blood pressure is through the roof, but we are fine. Lol! Seriously, we know God has it all under control. I love my momma!

"This is the day that the Lord hath made. I will rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24