I was so upset that Tornado E wasn’t in the morning class. So upset. Disappointed. Worried. Frustrated. Anxious. The kid needs naps, and I would inevitably kill him when he threw one too many fits over something silly like being made to eat something for dinner or stopped from hitting his brother. That’s why I got a replacement kid on the way.
But I think Someone was looking out for me. Because we’re taking mornings slow. I’m nursing my tea, watching the news; while they are destroying the house with toys. They’re watching way too many cartoons as I shower and resettle my stomach, praying that breakfast will stay down. Unlike previous pregnancies, breakfast is staying down. Most days.
Note: Rice Krispies not as good the second time. Not so good at all.
But if we had to race to school to get there at 8 in the morning, which seemed like a breeze just two months ago, I would be retching in the public trash can outside Tornado E’s class room, wearing Depends as my stomach has to eject every last crumb from my body.
So I owe You a Thank you. And (as usual) an Apology. (As usual) You gave me what I needed, not what I wanted. Though this does not make up for “That thing,” I’m still pissed off about that.