It's that year again. It's the year that the holiday letter doesn't go out until the fourth holiday of the new year. And by that time so much has gone by you've almost forgotten what the year before held in terms of promise and experiences.
This is that year. This is the extent of that letter.
Baby boy Madison finally down at 11:30 p.m. after vomiting at least three times in 90 minutes. Twice after changing the sheets. So I've changed the sheets three times now.
I'm so sad for him. He was feeling irritable earlier and didn't think about him having a tummy-ache because he ate dinner fine. And then I got home from book club and he was coughing so I went in to check on him, and he started vomiting. I'm so glad that I was there when he started it.
I should have begun this post with a "Witness Alert or Witness Needed." I'm closing my eyes as I stand over the kitchen counter. I just texted my State Board of Education folks to let them know I will be missing the meeting tomorrow. Calling in doesn't feel very effective. Plus I'd be calling it with children running around and if Madison is really sick then I need to be with him tomorrow. No, I don't need to be. I want to be. And I don't want to be on a conference call that I'm not fully participating in, anyway, not being there in person.
I'm exhausted. And I have now three loads of laundry to do. His laundry. My laundry. I'm not even going to worry about my sheets. I'll just put a towel over where there was vomit and lie down. I'm happy I was there. That it didn't happen while I was gone.
Thank you, Witness.
I'm Kimberly. Single mother by choice. Soon to be wife. Holder of space. Maker of place. Mom. Mama. Mommy. Mitch. These are my thoughts, reflections, ideas and random observations about raising twin sons.
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