OK, first of all? I'm still in it to win it, NaBloPoMoFos. I dunno what happened, but I did post yesterday. It was the post I started on Sunday before the evil virus got me down. And for some reason, when I hit "publish" yesterday, it just stuck in on underneath Sunday's Evil Virus Post. So, um, scroll on down to where you see "Gazing Comma Navel," why dontcha.
Secondly? When you've had a day where:
* You started the day with a 5 AM, 40 minute period of coaxing your toddler back to sleep, so that you ended up grabbing the fifteen minutes that you should have used to get up early and wash your hair so it is now twisted on your head in a devil-may-care-but-she-sure-doesn't poodle poof...
* A child runs out of your classroom and runs for the front doors and when you catch him he makes all 50 pounds of himself go boneless while the school secretary watches, and
* You learn that a kid on your caseload went into foster care not just because of the homelessness and neglect and mental health issues, but because, when he was 18 months old, his mother flung him against a wall in a grocery store bathroom, and
* You work through lunch (again) and somehow still can't get your head above water, even though you'll be working for 12 hours today, and
* You listen to a radio interview with an economist on the way in to work and realize that you can't afford a second kid and will probably have to sell the first one when you run out of plasma...
Well, that is a lovely day indeed for your MOTH to show up at work with hot, homemade beef stew for dinner, complete with crusty loaf and cloth napkins. Even better if he brings your kiddo, smiling and calling, "mama!"as his chunky legs pedal towards you. And you can eat and relax and watch your kid insist on eating out of your bowl and thirty minutes are all it takes to reset.
A bloggy kiss for my partner, who sat in traffic both ways in order to do a little something nice for me today, even without knowing how badly I needed it.
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