Well, I had my first opportunity to practice saying no.
It happened around 2am.
The dreaded middle of the night “mom” cry, the smell of vomit down the hall, and a lovely mess to clean.
Thankfully, Daniel was awake, and we were able to tag-team. He bathed the kid; I cleaned the vomit.
Goodness, did I marry a good man!
While I was rinsing out the sheets, I started to feel bad that I hadn’t seen this coming.
But then, I stopped.
I’m not a mind reader. Or a fortune teller. I can’t predict when a kid is going to throw up, and no one expects me to!
So, NOPE. NO. NOT TODAY OR TONIGHT OR TOMORROW Satan!
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