March 24, 2012

Saturday is a special day...

I do believe I told my sister yesterday, "I'm ready to go back home and be a mom". And I do believe I'm in deep today.
M's total puke count = I lost count after five or six.
M's total poop count = I lost count after eight or nine.
Number of her naps today as of 5:45 = two.
Number Of times I've washed my hands = forty. Easily.
Number of times I wanted to burst into tears = a lot.
Wow. The horror.
Please, please, please let it pass by the rest of us.

Side note: I haven't stopped thinking about this post since I read it.