light at the end of the tunnel
this morning, Sean, Will and I were wearing shorts and t-shirts on our way to daycare. when I picked them up 3 hours later, I was wearing a wool turtleneck and carrying two parkas and an umbrella. as I grumbled and mumbled my irritation avoiding another flabby dog poop on the pavement I saw my boys waiting for me as the rain was lashing against the panes. four hands pressing against the blurred window. two gigantic smiles. they were shouting something. the sound and tone of their voices echoed in my head with perfect accuracy. "Mommy!". I was imbued with love. a mother's love. and I thought:
"12 more meals, 2 laundries, 8 bootie wiping sessions, 4 baths, 16 books, 26 hugs, 6 time-outs, 2 trips to the grocery store, church on Sunday, 2 Haagen-Dazs stops, 2 hours at the playground, day out at Jardin d'Acclimatation, story time at the library, 4 nights and 4 naps, 8 dvds, 12 yogurts, 4 bottles of milk and a dozen cookies.
and he'll be home.
I made it. I don't know how, but I made it."
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