Sick, or in other words; When Our Beloved Heroine Eats Crow
I woke up this morning sick. Really sick. I felt so dizzy and nauseous that I could barely move. When Gumball started squawking at 6:45, I was afraid to pick her up, afraid that I would drop her. And terrified to walk us down a flight of stairs. I changed her, gave her some Tylenol in case of teething, and put her back to bed. I stumbled back to bed, praying Gumball would give me an hour to pull myself together. 10 minutes later, she was standing, shrieking, demanding attention. I had to call my mom, and she was here 30 minutes later. I spent the entire day in bed, sleeping and gagging, on and off.
My mom entertained Gumball, fed her three meals and a snack, changed diapers, got Gumball to nap, and made us dinner.
My mom is my lifesaver, once again.
I will eat crow for a long time. She can give me all the celebrity stylist parenting advice in the world.
I'm sorry you're sick. Hopefully it will pass quickly there as it did here.
ReplyDeleteWith my mom I just figure there will be highs and lows. I deeply appreciate the highs and figure the lows will either drive me to drink or become a hilarious story. Much later, of course.