“I’m serious..if something happens to me and I can’t talk or communicate to you. PLEASE call YOUR Mom and NOT mine. I mean call and tell them what’s going on, but I DO NOT want my Mother taking care of me.”
“Okay. Are you sure though? I mean seriously you don’t want your Mom to feed you through a tube?”
“I’m totally serious. She’ll make me want to roll over on my feeding tube and end it all.”
Hilarious. We were talking about this today because I threw my back out somehow, and could carry the baby around but can barely pick him up or put him down. The boy was thinking he was going to have to work from home for the next two weeks while I was an invalid. Luckily I just have to take Advil and I will be fine.
It’s no longer fun to be sick, not that it was anyway, but when you’re a Mom there’s no resting. The baby still needs to be fed, and things still have to get done and I WANT to do them.
And I have a job interview Friday. (sad face) I am not looking forward to working part time and leaving the Feebus AT ALL, but he’s expensive and we need money to feed him. And it’ll be good for me to get out of the house three times a week.
