all three of us are sick, simultaneously. i am back at work today, after two days at home with my girls, and i feel wave two of the sick taking me over. and these cough drops are shite.
the redeeming part of the whole experience? getting to be home to watch the inauguration with a snotty baby on my lap. snuggling for dear life with my girls, as we all drift off into the relief of sleep. feeling for the first time that ultimate selflessness of momhood: i care more about my baby feeling better than myself. and i care on a deeper, more primal level than i can express without roaring.
i’d roar if i could.