I opted not to bring my son to hubs' grandma's wake since I won't be of much use to my in laws if am running after him.
But just before the Mass last night, I received word that my son had a slight fever and was vomiting. I prayed that I could get a cab despite it being a Friday night (payday weekend and Valentines to boot) and that it wouldn't be traffic much.
God must have been on my side. I got home as fast as I could and my son was generally alright. He still has the colds bad and is a little warm but he's playful and eating and even slept through the night.
But it was really one of those moments when I asked myself, "is this one of those trying times for Mommy?"