Right now,
{I kinda smell like throw-up}.
it was naptime.
We were rocking.
and then coughing.
and then throw up.
And with that, my day changed.
these will wait.
the crazy mounds of laundry will get folded
{shirt by shirt}
eventually.
i sigh.
for a moment,
i wish.
to not step over legos.
to not go from sickness-to-sickness.
to sleep.
to make a phone call.
but then,
this.
and i realize.
i realize that when the day comes that i'm not stepping over legos.
the dishes and laundry are done.
the cushions are always on the couch.
when that day comes?
my heart will ache for these days.
so, for now?
i will shower the throw up off, rock the baby girl, and breathe.
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a friend introduced me to the Extraordinary Ordinary's Just Write.
love it.
and love my friend Love.
