My husband (known as “you” on my blog) and I are retired. We watch babies and toddlers a few mornings each week. It’s a good thing, too, because I could just as easily sleep those morning hours away. This morning was not such a good morning:
You tripped on a toddler’s walker this morning. All the ladies went running and cooing towards you. My back was turned from you. It was such a loud-sounding fall. I felt paralyzed. Some of the women were looking at me with sad and alarmed expressions.
The doctor proclaimed all of your injuries to be superficial, so I bought you a chocolate eclair. You love it but… this babysitting stuff is certainly not the early retirement years I envisioned. Thank gawd it’s just a few mornings a week!
Stop doing that!
Stop preparing me
for when you may not be here
just for spite
I’m dying first.
So stop it!