Silly Momma
Tonight, driving into work, is a perfect example.
I got to thinking about home, ya know, where the heart is... My son's got strep throat. I wanted nothing more in this world than to turn the car around, drive 250 miles north and buy him a Popsicle. I'm his MOM. That's my job! I'm suppose to take care of my boy when he's sick. Instead, here I am 250 miles away, driving to a building where I will take care of other people's people and not my boy, who needs his momma.
I called Rebecca, my dear friend/S-I-L to be and asked her through silly momma tears if she would do me a favor and go to the store and buy Popsicles for Edward and take them to him and tell him they are from his Mom. I could hardly speak; poor Rebecca must have thought I'd finally blown my cork. He needs Popsicles damn it, and if I can't get them for him, I'll move mountains to make sure he has them.
(Here's a funny note... when you spell check popsicle, corpuscle come up as an option. Too funny!)
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