Having children changes your life in many ways, some glorious and some not so much. As someone who slept on the bathroom floor last night reeling from some sort of sticky-fingered-pre-school virus, I am aware of the non-glorious today.
Surprisingly, a tile floor is uncomfortable even with a sleeping bag. I guess it’s a good thing the wilderness is paved with dirt and grass rather than tile, lest everyone would have to use an air mattress. Or stay at a hotel. Like a human.
As the scent of bleach and Lysol wafts across the room, I taste the sweet nectar or watered down ginger ale and rub my aching hip. The little bugger did run and tell me she loved me and wanted to sit with me, as her father carried her kicking out of my sick room (I moved to the bed when the double-ended violence slowed this morning.) She is awfully cute.