Love Hearts

Mr. G brought me home these two hearts from his preschool class. He smug­gled them out in his back­pack after work­ing on a St. Valentine’s Day craft. He wanted me to have them because I was sick yes­ter­day. So, he pre­sented me with these beau­ti­ful hearts as a way to cheer me up. He wanted to give me his hearts because in his words “He loves me” and he melted my heart at that moment into a pud­dle of mush.

Mamacita also brought me home some­thing, but it was a blank piece of green paper. She said she drew a pic­ture on it & there was some faint crayon mark­ings on it. But they were so faint that it took me about 10 min­utes of star­ing at it to fig­ure out what she was show­ing me. I fig­ured I’d save the inter­webs the eye strain & show the hearts that are actu­ally vis­i­ble to the eye. Although I still hung up that green paper, because MY DAUGHTER GAVE IT TO ME!

I not only was I sick from some ran­dom cold/virus but I also devel­oped a breast infec­tion. It was my first one, before this I was a breast infec­tion vir­gin. Four kids later and D-man man­aged to break me. It was also my left breast, the breast which I believe is truly out to get me and appar­ently not just in terms of leak­ing in front of a “live stu­dio audi­ence” or class­room full of col­lege stu­dents. I think the infec­tion hap­pened because I was under the weather Sun­day after­noon & evening, D-man has also been bit­ing while nurs­ing & nurs­ing some­what less.

Add all these together with a breast­milk sup­ply that acts more like a bizarre car­ni­val game than any­thing nor­mal and it was the per­fect storm. And yes, I con­sider every­thing com­ing together when I’m already sick result­ing in a mas­sive pain mak­ing my breast want to fall off my chest the equiv­a­lent of a per­fect storm. I’m talk­ing the kind of pain that makes you think you’d rather hook your nip­ples up to a car bat­tery and charge them while lis­ten­ing to Yanni & John Tesh per­form a duet cov­er­ing ALL of LaToya Jackson’s albums than go through another minute of this pain.

Need­less to say I was feel­ing awful yes­ter­day (still am). These lit­tle hearts from Mr. G along with Mamacita’s barely vis­i­ble draw­ing made my day. Mr. J when I got him from school he gave me a big hug & lots of kisses ask­ing if I felt bet­ter. Oh & yes in this tale of woe is me, I still had to be the one to pick them up from school because Hubby had meet­ings ALL FREAKING day & couldn’t get out of them. I under­stand how impor­tant the meet­ings are, I know log­i­cally they aren’t meet­ings he can can­cel, & that he really did have to go into the office.

But isn’t it funny how that works?

See, if he had been sick he’d have called in, gone to the doc­tor, & been rest­ing with­out inter­rup­tion in bed ALL FREAKING DAY. But not me, not Mom. I get to still pick the kids up from school, granted he did come home an hour ear­lier than nor­mal. So who am I to com­plain? I mean I am just the woman who bore ALL OF HIS CHILDREN! Thank good­ness those chil­dren know to be sweet & Hubby knew to make din­ner, let me rest, & do what was nec­es­sary to try to feel bet­ter when he got home or he’d be in BIG trou­ble. I might have hooked him up to a car bat­tery by his left nip­ple yes­ter­day evening just so he could get a taste of what would feel bet­ter than what I was feeling.

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