So, I cleaned my bathroom at 4:45 a.m. today, and let’s just say that it wasn’t because I couldn’t have still been sleeping at 4:45 a.m. if left to my own devices.
I was not left to my own devices.
Instead, Baby-girl woke me by breathing in my face until I opened my eyes. Then she spoke the words that strike terror in every mother’s heart: “I threw up.â€
I know I’ll probably get some flak from my male readership for saying this, but let’s just be honest here. The words only strike terror in mothers’ hearts because the fathers usually sleep through the whole drama. I’m sure there are two or maybe three puke-cleaning dads out there somewhere, but I have yet to meet one.
In my case, LCB’s snores kept me company as I scrubbed, on hands and knees, and wished for a maidservant.
Thus, I will not be finishing and posting my previously scheduled post. Coherent thoughts are just not in my immediate future.
Instead, I’ll just leave you with a picture of last night’s sunset over the salt marsh,
and pictures from my solitary walk on the beach this evening.
Oh, and for kicks, here’s a video I accidentally (yes, accidentally) took tonight when I was playing around with my camera.
Hey, if you just use your imagination and ignore the focusing, the shaking, and the non-ocean-generated background noise, that’s exactly what it was like.