Oh The Things She Thinks..
My daughter came into my room last night and ate a few almonds with cranberry pieces. I should stay with Mom a few moments. She is still yapping about me not coming this weekend to the cottage. Maybe if I sit with her, it will calm her.
“How are you feeling Mommy?” I tell her that I went to the doctor and he gave me antibiotics for an infection from my nasty little kidney stone that is painfully dragging its way out of my body. I feel bad for her. I can see it in her face. I really need to take a shower. I’m so tired. “Awww… Mommy, sorry to hear that. Do you have something for the pain?” I should see if she will give me anything for those blisters that are still in my mouth from the reaction I got on Sunday to .. something.
“Yes, he did love. It is helping, but not enough to take away the pain.” Tomorrow is so busy. I have to call my boyfriend. I better get in the shower. “K Mommy, love you.” I do love her, but she loves when I say it. “I’m going to jump in the shower now and go to bed.” BF is waiting, so I better hurry. I’m so tired from texting him all night.. oh I love him so much… “Night Mommy”. She’s sad.. I will have to say a prayer for her. After I talk to him, of course. Oh.. better hurry! He’s waiting!