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So this was going to be the post about how great being a wife and mother is....

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This entry was posted on 11/11/2006 4:53 PM and is filed under D's the man, Boo Boo Kitty.

I was lying in bed alone last night (I've resorted to sneaking away to an empty bed to ensure some sleep during the night--crying baby, what crying baby?) thinking about the post I was going to write about how my husband and The Boy take my breath away.  I'm not sure I'll be left with any breath in me because if either smiles at me these days, I'm cooked.  My son, when he grabs both of my cheeks and says, "Oh, Mama..."

Even the morning started out magical today.  After the two of them found me and crawled into bed with me, we laughed and talked for a half hour.  I got into the shower and then I don't know what the hell happened.  My mistake was being in the shower for a half hour because I was hoping that perhaps my sinus cavities would cut me some slack and give me a sniffle-free/hocking-free day.  Finished coughing up a lung, I got out of the shower. 

Downstairs I could hear the boy wailing.  Not in a "I've been mortally wounded" kind of wail but a "You people suck" kind of wail.  As I tried to find clean clothing, he continued to wail.  It wasn't until I started down the stairs that I heard my husband jump up off the couch and head into the kitchen.

There was my son, standing in the middle of the living room, wailing.  I was shocked because I was sure he had either fallen down a 200 ft. mine shaft and realized there was no escape or that he had just discovered that his parents had been killed in a tragic car accident and he found himself an orphan.  He was holding a banana in one hand and a car  in the other.  It wasn't like he was starving or anything.  No knife sticking out of his back.  No pencil in his eye.  Just wailing and apparently for no good reason.  "You OK?"  WAIL.  His father came out of the kitchen questioning the breakfast options.  For 30 minutes one had wailed and one had sat on the couch and now SUDDENLY it was a crisis of epic proportions that there was no ham for an omelette. 

So for all you people who were holding out for the post about how I actually LIKE being a wife and mother, you are just going to have to wait for another day...
 
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