Trying to backtrack through my emails to find a membership number,
I came across an email. Strange. Some guy I met online before I was pregnant. Not
exactly sure why I quit writing him. Okay, so that’s not the strange part. So, I
got this friend request on Facebook several years ago, still hanging in limbo.
And I’m thinking, “Who is this guy?” I thought it was some sort of
advertisement, or something, because the person in the FB photo was holding a
cardboard sign that said, “Your ad here.” Now that my email has changed to
Outlook, the email showed the same photo as the FB one. The strange part: They
had different names.
This is only a passing blip in the midst of my crazy life. Boop got sick the night before last. Bless her heart, we were up most of the night. I tried to aim her and keep her from getting choked, but she’s her own little person, determined to do it her way. That translates into vomit everywhere. It’s a special kind of love when your daughter spews bile and curdled milk all over you and the bed. Then, she rolls around in it just to be sure she does the deed to its fullest effect. We both had a couple of showers, changed beds twice and the sheets 3 times, and then the last time, I just covered it with a blanket and lived with it, even when she got pee in the bed. Too exhausted. She seemed to feel great the next morning, of course, and my rump was draggin’.
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