Archer's eye looked awful this morning, and he seemed like he was in just as much pain today as yesterday. I worried about him all day long, and hoped that he could just sleep through the worst of it. But when I got home this afternoon he looked so good! His eyelid wasn't swollen and puffy, he came running to open the door for me, and seemed in a really good mood. (Until I had to put the medicine in his eye, but he got over that in a few minutes.) I'm just so relieved that he's getting back to normal so quickly, I hate to see him in pain.
On another front, I have discovered that Shelly's not ready for meatballs. I had spaghetti last night and broke up a meatball into tiny pieces but it didn't go well for her. Not only did she start to gag and spit it out, she actually threw up. Is it bad parenting if you know your kid is about to puke to hold them parallel to the floor, face down, so they puke on the floor and not all over your shirt? Then I almost threw up cleaning up Shelly's throw up.
I had a friend who said to me, "Moms must be immune to the gag reflex when they smell poop and puke, because I don't know how my mom does it." She had a baby sister and got to experience all the stuff that I was too young to remember when my sister was a baby. But now, I'm experiencing it, and here's the real story. As a mom, you're not immune, you still have the gag reflex. You just don't have the option of letting someone else do it, so you somehow force yourself through the job and then breathe a sigh of relief when its over, and hope it doesn't happen again too soon.
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