My daughter is sick again. Yesterday, I had plans of going to the International food festival at TAS, but at five o'clock in the morning we had vomit. It's a weird when she gets sick. I love her more than anyone in the world, but in the moments when she's throwing up on my sheets and pillowcases, I am truly torn. So, we went to the see the doctor. On the way there, she decorated the interior of my car a few times, but we made it there all right. Hopefully she'll be all right by tomorrow. I could take the day off, but then it throws the week and we're all in for it.
Right now she's fine. She's playing the the doll house she got two years ago and never plays with. She's been fed and bathed and I feel like she's my baby again instead of this little kid that never listens to me. She says these things that still blow me away though. The other day when she came home and had to use the toilet, she profoundly said, "Sometimes when I go pee, it feels so good that I have to shake my head." It was at that moment, I realized that I have this person in my life who can form these thoughts that can express something like this.
My husband is watching a TV show that is way too loud. It's another exciting Sunday here in my household. Nothing much going on. I'm insulting my husband. He went to the barber down the street and got the worst haircut that I've ever seen in my life. The sideburns are different lengths, it's shaved in the back and long on top. It's A Flock of Seagulls meets Adolph Hitler. I know one thing for sure is that I'm married to a man in his forties. This afternoon I even plucked the hair out of his ears. Now if that isn't romantic then I don't know what is.
Gotta get down to the housework.
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