When Mommy's under the weather...

I started feeling nasty Thursday night and got worse as the weekend progressed (another lovely ovarian cyst bursting). When Bruce went to work Friday morning, he left David with a solemn admonition to take good care of Mommy, so before we started school, David insisted on cleaning up his messes in the living room and even vacuuming. We got through school and I headed straight for the couch, but David sent me to the restroom first so that he could get my spot ready. When I arrived, I saw that he had made me a first-rate hospital room, complete with comfy blankets to curl up in, my bed pillow, my book, the phone, the remotes, and...this is the best part...an IV pole. He took everything off of our coat stand (never mind that he just dumped it all on the floor!), hooked up one end of some red yarn to the stand and tied the other end around my wrist -- voila, an IV! He was very, very serious about it and kept explaining to his sister that it was an IV to make me feel better. I was allowed to detach it only to eat my lunch and to use the restroom.He also made lunch for all of us...look at my sandwich...how sweet is that?! Although it's worth a chuckle or two, it was also very heartwarming to see just how serious he was about taking care of me. He was very attentive to my every need, he helped his sister with whatever she needed all afternoon, and just generally ran the household until his daddy got home. My sweet, sweet little guy!!!