Mothers

Hello.

Mierda. That's what I feel like right now. I would Babelfish Mierda, so I can list it in a gazzillion different languages here, but I don't think they have the word shit in their translation database. It's really a shame don't you think?

8 years with him and lately I look at the fruit of my labour and wonder…who is this kid????

Your cries were tiny as you gasped your first breathes of air. They lay you beside my head and I cried at how beautiful you were. Unlike some new mommies who worry that they will not love their new babies when they finally arrived, I already knew and felt tremendous love for you as you grew in my belly. Yet I was not prepared to feel that love increase a thousand fold and grow so firmly cemented the moment you quieted, turned your face to me and opened your eyes wide at the sound of my voice.

Ah yes, and somehow I made it through the week.

If it wasn't the flu and then a horrendous cold brought on by a heatwave followed by artic weather, followed by another heatwave, it was the increasingly hostile co-worker working her voodoo to instill within moi cranium a migraine the size of New Jersey.

Okay so maybe the size of New Jersey is a bit much. But seriously the headache was much too large to fit into even my overly large melon.