To tell you the truth, I rather enjoy having sick kids, when my sole responsibilities are to nestle them, tend to them with stories and whispered endearments.
Naturally, there's diarrhea and barf, but I can deal with that...even if it lands on my running shoe, seeping into my sock, in between my toes. I am no stranger to the grossness of bodily fluids. It's inescapable. I deal with little bodies, daily.
Naturally, there's diarrhea and barf, but I can deal with that...even if it lands on my running shoe, seeping into my sock, in between my toes. I am no stranger to the grossness of bodily fluids. It's inescapable. I deal with little bodies, daily.
While Sam is playing or napping I've been reading The Aviator's Wife, by Melanie Benjamin. I was haunted by a previous book of hers, Alice Have I Been, and couldn't wait to get my hands on her latest. It's the story of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, wife of the famed Charles Lindbergh. Oh, my heart. I will never complain of my middle-class anonymity again. The cost of wealth and celebrity is too high. I had no idea.
This was a day to count my blessings.
This was a day to count my blessings.
My life is good. Even if it's buried in diarrhea and barf. I'll take it.
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