I realized that all these years, I had been dreading a giant toad, lurking offshore, waiting to suck me under and drag me out to sea.
I appreciate you.
I appreciate leaving my child in the hands of people who actually enjoy other people’s children. I appreciate the break from mommy-monotony. I appreciate your consistency, availability, and willingness to serve. I agree that you have a rare gift, and am thankful for you every day.
I’ve come to the point where achievement of just one task in a day is truly something upon which I can hang my hat. I’m a slightly obsessive vacuum-er. What can I say, I like a lint free floor, and when running the Bissell Versus (stupidest invention this side of 2009) takes half the time of sweeping, I’m not above busting that thing out once or twice a day.
Normally, it would bother me that my floors are this dirty. But today’s task was huge, even by non-pregnancy proportions, so Saturday morning’s bagel crumbs will simply have to wait. Today, I tackled the seasonal closet clothes swap.
The UnderToad 