Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Down with the Sickness

On Monday, R flew to Miami for work. On Tuesday, a plague befell our home. On Wednesday and Thursday, I was racked with guilt as the Salad watched 13 straight hours of TV, while I disinfected every inch of the house. On Friday, I lost my mind. On Saturday, R came home to find me rocking in the corner, grinning insanely, lipstick smeared across my face.

I tell you these things, not so you feel sorry for me, although if ever there was a time to pity a person, surely being vomited on for 74 straight hours would be it. I tell you these things to provide background. So that someday, maybe 5 years from now, maybe 50 years from now, A reads this post and knows I am so proud to be her mommy.

For the first 2 days, she somehow managed to escape the stomach virus that brought the others to their knees, literally. And she took it upon herself to blow her brother's nose, hold back her sister's hair, fetch blankets, "run them a nice, warm bath" and make tea and toast for breakfast. I couldn't have asked for a more thoughtful and competent partner.

A was the Robin to my Batman, the Hardy to my Laurel.

She was my Florence Nightingale wrapped up in a 4 year old body.

That I am talking about a 4 year old surprises me.

That I am talking about my 4 year old amazes me.

You amaze me, little girl.


  1. she is such a little momma!
    Luv Aunt Jo

  2. What a sweetheart!! I hope everyone feels better very soon!