Human napkin
A few weeks ago Caches was sick. The kind of sick where you ask yourself how a twenty pound baby can produce no less than fifty pounds of snot each day. The kind of sick that makes you realize that instead of changing your shirt three times per hour that you just need a giant shoulder pad for snot; you consider inventing one. The kind of sick that breaks your heart as you watch their chest rise and fall, struggling to breathe out of their nose because they just don't quite understand how to switch to their mouth.
Wondering why, oh WHY can't babies blow their noses!!?? The cruelty of it all! Cue the snot bubbles, oh the snot bubbles. Second only to the sneezes sending green snot rockets flying most likely onto your face, shirt number 5 for the day or your food. And with that you are suddenly keenly aware that you are a mother, because if you weren't you would totally throw up when said sick baby decides to use you as a human Kleenex for the two banana slugs dripping, one out of each nostril.
Your human self panics and wants to heave. SO GROSS! That part of you that is all, seriously baby that is dis-gusting! But the mama part of your brain feels so sad for your sweet baby that you allow yourself to be completely covered in snot for 5 days. You clean everyone up, again, and the normal human being part is all, kid if you smear one more slug of snot across my shoulder I'm totally going to put you in a bubble, outside, forever. But then their sick little body nuzzles in extra close and your all, okay fine you can smear snot on me all day my love.
But then they do and you're all conflicted again. Or is it just me?
Wondering why, oh WHY can't babies blow their noses!!?? The cruelty of it all! Cue the snot bubbles, oh the snot bubbles. Second only to the sneezes sending green snot rockets flying most likely onto your face, shirt number 5 for the day or your food. And with that you are suddenly keenly aware that you are a mother, because if you weren't you would totally throw up when said sick baby decides to use you as a human Kleenex for the two banana slugs dripping, one out of each nostril.
Your human self panics and wants to heave. SO GROSS! That part of you that is all, seriously baby that is dis-gusting! But the mama part of your brain feels so sad for your sweet baby that you allow yourself to be completely covered in snot for 5 days. You clean everyone up, again, and the normal human being part is all, kid if you smear one more slug of snot across my shoulder I'm totally going to put you in a bubble, outside, forever. But then their sick little body nuzzles in extra close and your all, okay fine you can smear snot on me all day my love.
But then they do and you're all conflicted again. Or is it just me?
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