the first part of it, naturally, was that jeremy was injured. of course i feel bad for him but have found myself feeling more sorry for me. he can't take the garbage out. he can't even put anything in the garbage can (you have to step on a pedal). he can't pick up our kid or drop her off at child care or rinse off a dish and put it in the dishwasher. it is a monumental task to put on his belt.
then esther margaret got really sick with fever, nasty congestion and coughing.
then i got sick with fever, chills, coughing.
then pistol got sick and had the runs, twice, all over em's room.
i felt like i was shoved, pulled, kicked in so many different directions and carrying the weight of an army. it was seriously the pits.
there were just a couple of moments that brought me out of my self pity.
there is something so perfect and beautiful about watching a child sleep. their breathing, weird sleep positions, crazy hair...maybe i was just grateful for the little she did sleep, but it made me realize how tiny she still was, and that she won't be for long. i also think her flat little nose and goldfish lips are the cutest.
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