“Mommy, please hold me,” the newborn said. “I have never been alone, and I don’t like it.” “Oh darling,” Mommy said, “You’re never alone. Sometimes I have to set you down so I can take care of your big sisters, or make lunch, or take a shower, but Mommy is always nearby.” “But Mommy,” the tiny baby insisted, “I need …
I’m in the process of transitioning my identity. I know, I know, that sounds really extreme. But I can’t think how else to describe it.
Yeah. So, we’ve had a stomach virus here for about the past week, and today it culminated in one of the most craptastic days in my three year career so far as a mother. Bad things have been happening. Bad, bad things.
I hope this brightens your day. Have a great weekend everyone! xo