My planned day off was highjacked by a sick little girl yet again. You know how it goes: high fevers, almost no sleep, glassy eyes (hers and mine but for different reasons), fetid strep breath, unhealthy levels of gooey snot boogers…
Best of all?
Her puke in my hair and on my pillow because, you know, I let her sleep with me last night.
So, instead of that quiet house, bottle of wine, and book that I was planning on, I am cuddling my princess, dressed in our matching ball gowns and tiaras. Even sick girls want to look pretty while watching Cinderella for the third time. Or is it the fourth time? I have lost track.
“He is a very handsome prince, mommy…”
“Someday you will find your own handsome prince, sweetheart.”
“But I don’t want to! I don’t want to marry him or anyone!”
“You don’t have to marry him…”
But… maybe someday…
Someday you will find the one who fits you like a glass slipper, baby girl. He will make you feel beautiful and special. He will love you as much as you love him and you will live happily ever after with no regrets.
Or something like that…
I hope he doesn’t mind puke.