Yesterday I did something I never do and I called in sick to work.  Well, I won’t say I never call in sick to work, but I rarely call in sick to work for me, it is normally for Michael  I had a KILLER HEADACHE.  It woke me up at 5 am and I was never able to go back to sleep.  At 6 am I was watching DVRed TV and at 9 am, after walking Michael to school, I was lying in bed groaning watching some Shannen Doherty reality tv about her over the top 3rd wedding where she wanted 3 dresses and cooked to order food and tents and I don’t know what else.

By noon my head still hurt and I was incredibly bored with really bad tv and self indulgent 90210 stars.  I drew myself a bath and grabbed Scary Mommy’s book.*  I didn’t think I could read with my terrible headache but Jill’s book was exactly what I needed.  It was light and fun and kept me entertained.  From my  hour in the bath, to when I crawled back into bed.  I read the whole book from start to finish, yesterday.  With a headache.

I’m lucky enough to call Jill a friend, we met many moon’s ago at a Momzshares event, and I instantly liked her.  She was funny and fun, and as nice in person as she seems on her blog. She has gotten HUGE since I met her, but she is just as down to earth as she was all those years ago.

I know this is late, but if you didn’t get what you wanted for Mother’s Day, or if you are looking for a good beach or pool read, pick up a copy of Jill’s book,  Confessions of a Scary Mommy: An Honest and Irreverent Look at Motherhood – The Good, The Bad, and the Scary (affiliate link). I’m sure you will love it.

My head is still killing me, but I’m back at work today.  One day of indulgence was all I got. It is sad when you consider a sick day an indulgence.  But lying in bed all day with a great book is an indulgence for me.  Even if it involves a headache.

*Jill sent me an autographed copy of the book a few months ago to read.  She did not ask me to review it or write about it.  I kept picking it up and putting it back down, never finding time to read the whole thing.  It took a sick day, but I loved it!  All opinions are my own.

I found myself all weepy this Mother’s Day.  I’m not exactly sure why.  In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m not an exceptionally weepy person.  I leave that to my husband who cries at everything.

I found myself thinking of Susan, and her boys, and their first Mother’s Day without their mother. I thought of my own mom, who always celebrates Mother’s Day and misses her mom and never mentions it.  I thought of all my friends who wanted a baby, whether it be their first or another on this Mother’s day and didn’t get that.

You always hear the words “it takes a village” and I have grown my own virtual village here. Instead of over the fence I have through the screen.  You all have no idea how much you have given me.  You have seen me through Doug’s lay off, trying to sell a house, a Lupus diagnosis and so much with Michael.  I found myself on this post the other day, and just reading the comments made me tear up,  Yesterday I was so grateful for this virtual community of moms I have found and built and brought together.  You are my village.

For weeks Michael kept asking me what I wanted for Mother’s Day.  And I told him a pony named Sparkles.  Because Jean and Melissa and I had a joke that if all of our children survived Kindergarten we would buy a pony and name him Sparkles.  It started when the kids started Kindergarten last fall, truly because I think we thought none of them would survive.  Michael barely made it out unscathed, and Sparkles has become this mythical magical Pony that could solve all of our problems.  If you follow us on twitter you know we discuss Sparkles often.  He truly is the Pony that can solve anything and poops rainbows.

This is what I got for Mother’s Day.

In case you can’t read the tag, it says, in Michael’s handwriting “Sparkles.”  Doug said it was the only thing Michael wanted to get me.

From me and Sparkles, I hope you had a lovely Mother’s Day.  And whatever your Sparkles was, I hope you got it.

Jodifur was down for a good portion of yesterday.  My lovely host and designer was having some behind the scene server issues.  I would try to explain it but what I heard was “blah, blah, blah, blah, BLOG DOWN, and I’m working on it. ” It is clearly back up, but in case you missed it, here was my Shoe Friday.

My friend Corey featured me on his Follow Friday post yesterday, which was a lovely way to start an incredibly busy weekend.  I’m off to a soccer game and a belt test and off course LET’S GO CAPS.

I wish all mother’s everywhere, whether they be biological, adoptive, step, aunts, or grandmothers, or people who simply love and take care of children, be them their own or someone else’s, a Happy Mother’s Day.  Especially my own mother and sister.  Me, I’m going out for brunch with my son and husband, walking around a farmer’s market, and then having dinner with my extended family. With wine.  I couldn’t ask for anything more. Maybe shoes.

And no, I’m not touching the Time cover with a ten foot pole except to say we are all mom enough, and this said everything and this. And let us move on.

HAPPY SATURDAY!

One of the lovely bloggers I met at Disney Social Media Moms, JL, sent me these.

Today is my birthday.  I don’t tell you this for millions of HAPPY BIRTHDAY comments.  I’m getting those on Facebook and they are lovely.  Your birthday is really the only good day to be on Facebook.  I wasn’t even going to  post today, but I’m sitting on my couch watching last night’s Glee.  Dinosaurs?  Really?

So today’s my birthday.  I have a complicated relationship with my birthday.  It always kind of sucks.  Does anyone else have this?  It is so close to Mother’s Day and always kind of gets lost in the Mother’s Day shuffle.  And this year it is on a Wednesday.  Is there a worst day of the week to have a birthday?

This year I took the bull by the horns and took my birthday off of work.  I’m sitting on my couch catching up on DVRed tv.  I’m getting my haircut somewhere new, because my hairdresser moved far far away and I need to be over my denial because my hair is out of control.  Doug booked a babysitter and we are FINALLY going to a restaurant I have been dying to go to.  A reservation we have canceled twice for various reasons.  Once, over the summer, I was supposed to go with blogging girlfriends and I had to cancel because Doug had just been laid off.

I think part of the reason my birthday always sucks is because I expect it to.  This year, I’m taking back my birthday.  My mom is taking me out to lunch.  I’m having wine.  I’m having cake.  I should go for a run but instead I’m still trying to figure out who thought dinosaurs was a good prom theme.