I slept late this morning after being up so late writing last night -- I'm not exactly sure what got into me, but since I knew I could be lazy today, I didn't worry about it.
When I got downstairs (they all know better than to make me breakfast in bed), I was greeted immediately with "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!" and school-made presents from all the kids, and a beautiful pair of pearl stud earrings from DH, along with his typical sweet card. He never buys funny cards for me, but always finds a mushy sweet one that isn't too mushy. I don't have the patience to read through them all to find one like that, so I really appreciate that he does.
Then, I spent about two hours on the phone talking to just about everyone in my family.
DH took DS1 to lunch and then the DBacks game (Pirates trounced them); I went with DD and DS2 for a late lunch to Flancer's.
We came home and did nothing, basically. DH fed the kids leftovers for supper, and I made myself a big salad and finished off my steak from last night.
Nothing really happened today except that I had to tell everyone about the "likely further treatment" situation in the context of our summer plans. It's kind of hard to ignore it when you have to keep talking about it. I don't like to think about it so much. I admit that it disturbs me.
Now I'm feeling kind of punky -- colder than usual all evening, and hurting all over in that pre-flu-ish way. I'm hoping that's just the after-effects of my crazily late night last night, and so I will slink off to bed now and hope to be fine by the morning.