Today I'm plowing through the sickly. Shoveling snot. Barricading sneezes. Cracking lips. Hoisting phlegm. Funtimes.
Beckett turned three on Friday. Three years of mammahood have challenged this cabesa of mine like nothing else. She's my little sage. My darling doll. And one of the biggest assholes I know. I love her tremendously.
My mom is here until tomorrow. She's been an extraordinary help as usual. Covering toss pillows. Bleaching sinks. Jamming out to the Rolling Stones while cooking squash casserole. Giving me tissues for my drippy drippy face.
That's all I have for right now. Off to take a nap in a sun pile.
