Today started out fairly well. I overslept by half an hour, but I still made it to work on time. I was getting things checked off my to-do list, Nora was with me in the office playing and keeping herself busy. I fed her some applesauce around noon, and then when I tried to give her some veggies...she puked. ALL over me.
There I am, with vomit all over my pants, and I get so annoyed and frustrated. All while being snappy and impatient, I clean up the floor, clean up Nora and get her in a new change of clothes, and then leave Nora there with Uncle Robby while I practically storm out of the restaurant to go home and get a change of clothes. After feeling awful for myself for 5 minutes on the way home, I realize, "How ridiculous it is for me to be upset at my toddler for getting sick?!" Yeah, I got puked on, but at least I wasn't the one puking! She was so sweet and innocent, trying to help me clean up the mess and giggling like nothing had happened, not to mention the fact that she obviously didn't feel well.
So I immediately decided to end my own private pity party. I have no reason to feel bad for myself, and I have no time to waste on such a crappy way of thinking. I am FORTUNATE enough to have not one, but two great jobs, I GET to go back to school this week, I am LUCKY to have a house to clean and dishes to wash. My wonderful husband always knows exactly when I need a kiss on the cheek to cheer me up. And I know that the times I'll get puked on are few and far between, but I get hugs and kisses and "oooooh yaaaaa's" from my little bug every single day.
Always count your blessings :)
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