The Tiny Dark Lord caught himself a cold.Yesterday was the worst of it--he kept rubbing his red, weepy eyes, wanted to be held nonstop, cried because I wasn't holding him right, and every few minutes would begin a sneezing fit that ended with boogers and brain matter all over his face, shirt, and whatever thing I had on that was still clean. When GH came home for lunch he noticed my newly decorated black t-shirt and asked, "Is that snot?"
Well, it ain't bedazzles.
I was wiping his face and nose so often that I actually put down the Brillo pad and went to the store to buy the nice tissues with the aloe and lotion and angel tears in it.
That is called Having a Mother Heart, y'all.
GH helped out by bringing me Halloween candy from his office, and also by being a New! Person! that had the power to elicit smiles and giggles rather than boredom and irritation (which is apparently my gig). Last night the baby was feeling a tiny bit better and we had a dance party to the Indiana Jones theme song.
Thanks for coming through for me, Indy. It was much appreciated.