All tongue and no words
Did you think I was copping out of a REAL post by putting up a picture for today? Now tell the truth. Did you??
Well, things aren’t the greatest here today. Actually it was/is downright awful. I have the MOTHER of all canker sores. I can hardly talk at all, and when I do, I sound like an absolute drunk who’s trying to slur out words but can barely make anything intelligle. Taking care of a 3-year-old and a 1-year-old for a whole 15 hours all by myself while my voice is missing was beyond frustrating, for me AND for them. It was insanely crazy and we all lost it just a little today.
I suppose this is what signing up to be a Mom can be sometimes. Whatever hits you, you still have to be the tower of strength, the provider and caregiver, the one who kiss the booboos and hand out the band-aids, the one who eats all the leftovers, and finally the one who gets hugs and slobbery open-mouthed kisses.
Oh yes. Miss Fiona hasn’t quite figured out the whole kiss thing yet. She does flying kisses really well but has been giving slobbery open-mouthed kisses. Right on my mouth, and right on my cheek where that DAMN canker sore sits on the inside of my mouth, on my DAMN tongue. It’s just too cute for words. And words are something I will not be able to say at all for several more days to come.
