Inspired to say...

I have a first class fantastic Mama.

This isn't news to me but she finds wonderful ways to remind me daily.

I seriously have a lot to live up to when I have kids.

This morning I woke up an hour before my alarm was set to go off because the time was upon me. What time, you ask? My least favorite time of the month. Still don't understand? I'm sure you'll catch on.

As I was lying there wondering if I'd rather be dead or really dead at the moment I remembered I had to be up soon to go take care of some precious dogs I'm sitting for this week. More on that later because they are basically the cutest thing since sliced bread. If sliced bread were cute and that sentence made sense. I decided to be a baby and text me mom--yes from bed--to tell her I was dying and to give my Twilight books to charity but to bury Harry Potter and my Savage Garden CD with me. She arrived moments later with Aleve and a hot pad and told me to sleep some more and she would go take care of the dogs.

Granted, I felt like knives were literally trying to rip their way out of me from the inside so it was almost an hour before the pain subsided enough for me to sleep again. But I don't know what I would've done without her. I mean, when I'm at college I have to deal with that stuff myself, but it just reinforces how wonderful it is to have a mom who still takes care of me when she can.

This is my promise that I will always do the same for my kids. Or the equivalent of the same if I don't have any girls.

*For the record, those aren't really the things I want buried with me. I jest.

:)