Plans stop. Life slows. The laundry pile grows.
Ahhhh, the joys of winter and sickness. You know you are a mother when you start being sick at the side of the road 1/2mile from home and still have to push the (double) pushchair all the way to the house, up an enormous hill listening to your 4 year old tell you about how if you throw up any more "We'll have to walk on the road on the way home because there won't be any space on the pavement."
Martyrs ain't got nothing on Mamas.