Roger HarrisHappy Birthday Mommy
October 2nd 2006 12:43
As I march into the next year of my life I am once again reminded of my single mom status.
Last night my boyfriend came over - he brought me the gift he handmade. We had a nice talk and cuddle and what do I hear over my the child monitor? Some bizarre noises that sound nothing like my sweet daughter. In fact it sounds more like the devil himself. At first I think we’ll I’ll just wait this out, she’s probably just really tired – we did spend the day at the zoo - maybe..she’s…just…yawning.. yeah… that’s possible.. After a minute of whatever those noises are, I head to her room.
I see PUKE. Everywhere. All over her bed, her hair, her PJs. She’s standing up on her bed, with hair standing straight up. her teeth are chattering. The poor poor girl.
My boyfriend was promptly sent home. My daughter was moved to the loveseat in my room. I lost track of how many times she threw up.. way more than her tiny body should be able to hold.
My son showed up in my room around 1am. I let him stay because I was worried he’d start puking soon too – he’s a notorious puker. Instead of pukes from him I got groans and loud farts.
Between the pukes and the farts I’m sure I heard “Happy Birthday Mommy”. Ok. Maybe not, but I know they meant it.
I can honestly say I DO feel older today than yesterday.
Last night my boyfriend came over - he brought me the gift he handmade. We had a nice talk and cuddle and what do I hear over my the child monitor? Some bizarre noises that sound nothing like my sweet daughter. In fact it sounds more like the devil himself. At first I think we’ll I’ll just wait this out, she’s probably just really tired – we did spend the day at the zoo - maybe..she’s…just…yawning.. yeah… that’s possible.. After a minute of whatever those noises are, I head to her room.
I see PUKE. Everywhere. All over her bed, her hair, her PJs. She’s standing up on her bed, with hair standing straight up. her teeth are chattering. The poor poor girl.
My boyfriend was promptly sent home. My daughter was moved to the loveseat in my room. I lost track of how many times she threw up.. way more than her tiny body should be able to hold.
My son showed up in my room around 1am. I let him stay because I was worried he’d start puking soon too – he’s a notorious puker. Instead of pukes from him I got groans and loud farts.
Between the pukes and the farts I’m sure I heard “Happy Birthday Mommy”. Ok. Maybe not, but I know they meant it.
I can honestly say I DO feel older today than yesterday.
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