Turning 41

April was a brutal month: three weeks of camps, multiple parties and events, all-school field trips.  The month finally won, and I've been sick for the past week.  Thankfully, the weekend was lovely, and a great way to start my 41st year.  The morning started with present giving.  I got the LEGO Mini Cooper set, complete with a brick picnic set and red and white checkered blanket.  (Someday, I will have a life-sized Mini. I'm working my way up to it.)  Flynn gave me a present, too.  He boxed up Stitches, his teddy bear and lovey he has had forever.  He said he didn't use it any more and he wanted me to have him.  Of course, I cried.  Such a sweet gesture.  Tim and Drake had a work event most of the day (Saturday).  Flynn and I were able to have some quality time together, complete with a carb-filled lunch and a trip to the bookstore.  (I even bought him a new book: How to Speak Cat.  I figure, if he is going to act like a cat, he might as well be fluent in the language.)  Sunday, Drake completed his First Communion.  About a half hour before going to church, he mentioned that his stomach was upset.  Based on our conversation, I thought it was just nerves.  Sadly, this was not the case.  Partway through mass, he had to quickly excuse himself to throw up.  He was able to complete the sacrament incident-free, but was very pale and shaky.  We already had plans to go to brunch after mass with the family.  He was able to go along, but disappointed he couldn't eat anything.  "I've been looking forward to this all week," he told me with tears in his eyes.  Brunch was filled with carbs and shrimp and mimosas.  So fabulous.  Drake and I napped together after returning home.  The four of us settled in on the couch and watched "E.T."  Drake went into his room about 1/4 of the way in and fell asleep with a 100-degree fever.  Flynn enjoyed the film, worried about E.T. and excited at the chase in the end.

Tomorrow, I need to go back to reality and back to being a business owner and mother to a sick child.  As for now, I am basking in the love of family and friends, and will close out the weekend with the Mother of Dragons.  Bring on Game of Thrones.