“Motherhood, even to furbabies, means a lot of picking up literal sh*t from the ground.”
There’s dog fights and dog tears, and moving moments of fear. Case in point: I just let Hazel out to go potty, but a neighbor closed their window and she got so spooked she crawled under the back on a patio chair just to get stuck under the front of the patio chair as she was skittering away from the scary noise. I rescued her from the noise and from the chair and held her small little body in my arms. Dog parenting is a scary thing. There are so many things that can go wrong. Baby parenting is on the horizon, but if this is scary that is Defcon 5 scary…
Parenting is dislodging toys from around little necks.
Parenting is dressing wounds in the most ridiculous way you can, just to stave off further suffering.
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romma / May 10, 2016
Hey Sweetheart,
Methinks you worry too much. You’ve always been very responsible and your babies are able to endure much more than you would ever put them through.
My baby story is about my fourth baby. Rompa and I got home from school on a spring day. He said, “They opened the park today. Do you want to take a ride out there?” Sure I say. We loaded kids in the car and off we went. This was when that fourth baby was 3 weeks old.
We were almost to Mammoth when I said, “Go back. We forgot the baby!” Of course she was peacefully sleeping when we ran into the house.
Now, I have used this story many times when I’ve gotten the feeling that someone might want me to babysit. I’M IRRESPONSIBLE!!!!
Then I told this story not too long ago and FINALLY someone said, “Well why didn’t Bill think of it?” And I had always thought he was a very responsible person. Anyway………………..that’s my story.
I love you Babe, Romma