A sick child is bad news any day, but on Mothers’ day it is double the heartache. Adam woke up with a fever and I had to rush him to the doctor. He had developed a throat infection and had to be put on antibiotics. Max took us for a drive in the evening, gave me my gift (a gold choker) and we took a cake home. Still, I found difficult to enjoy the occasion. The only good thing that came out of all this was that I had a legitimate excuse to skip the social obligations of this occasion. See,... Sign in to see full entry.