I don’t mean for this to become a blog all about shoving things in people’s butts, but I need to vent about this somewhere and you, the dear internet, are a captive audience.
(Is that apostrophe in the right place in people’s butts? I mean, they are the butts of the people, right? I suck at grammar, I cannot believe I do this for money.)
Motherhood is so glamorous isn’t it? In the last 24 hours I have had the privilege of shoving two kinds of medicine into one of my children’s buttholes and a completely different sort of medicine into the other ones.
I have also been vomited on, snotted on, screamed at, kicked and I spent most of the middle of the night in a toddler bed. (I spent the rest of it in the recliner.)
Did I mention I just kissed Ian’s head and I’m pretty sure I kissed puke in the hair.
Yet somehow I still like my job. I wish Claudia wasn’t sick and I wish Ian didn’t have to go through this crappy kind of recovery, but it is still all worth it.
Now hopefully the next 20 years will involve less suppositories.
I promise to talk about something else tomorrow.