As I gently force-feed a very sick kitty, make sure she takes medicine and is comfortable, help Brian with his algebra and a book report, do two loads of laundry, fix dinner and do the dishes, I see how little time there is in my life for anyone else. The days are filled with daily duties, which people who have never had children are clueless to even begin to understand.
The characters for my book rattle around my head, as there is no time to sit and create them on paper this week. It is a single mother's world. I wouldn't trade it for anything; just sometimes I notice what it looks like. I am told someday the duties will lift, freedom will abound and I will cry over these days filled with children, laundry, homework, sporting events, birthday parties, Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, the Easter Bunny, bruised knees, bagged lunches, pets, goldfish, unmatched socks, star wars, video games, wet towels on the floor, holes in pants, taxi driving, grocery shopping for food that I will never eat, clothing shopping for clothes that will be outgrown within a couple of months, and plastic cups and wrappers in my vehicles.
I will believe it when I see it.
C
And my doctors want me to take real good care of myself HA!
