05.05.08
The Sixth Sense Should be Love
My baby isn’t feeling so hot today. Not the same thing I had, something completely new and different. Which means all she wants to do is snuggle her fever-hot body up next to mine and run her fingers up and down my arm until she sleeps for a few fitful moments.
I, of course, treasure these moments. I want to hold on to these memories. Times when all she needs to feel better is to lay down next to me and let me hold her tight.
But she’s hot, you know. And this is Arizona on the cusp of summer. Plus, it’s Cinco de Mayo. So while I sit here and slowly bake next to her, all I can think of is “Gosh, sure would be nice to have a nice frozen Margarita right about now.”
And that last sentence is why I am TOTALLY in the running for Mommy of the Year. CHEERS!
