The jolt (or “memory,” if we’re being less dramatic) comes to me at night. As I close my eyes, I remember that both my parents are dead (or “no longer here,” if we’re still being less dramatic). Our babysitter took Quinn to the doctor on Tuesday. He’s had a bad cold for a week and she mentioned that he was pulling on his ear. I really thought nothing of it, since he had seemed fine (or as “fine” as a newly independent and willfull three year-old can seem) so I let her take him while I stayed home to finish up some work (and maybe squeeze in a work-out). One breathing treatment, many tears, and a 10-day prescription for amoxicillin later (ahem, double ear infection), they were home. And I was officially the worst mother ever (or so I thought at the time).
Life Lessons
Life Lessons
Life Lessons
The jolt (or “memory,” if we’re being less dramatic) comes to me at night. As I close my eyes, I remember that both my parents are dead (or “no longer here,” if we’re still being less dramatic). Our babysitter took Quinn to the doctor on Tuesday. He’s had a bad cold for a week and she mentioned that he was pulling on his ear. I really thought nothing of it, since he had seemed fine (or as “fine” as a newly independent and willfull three year-old can seem) so I let her take him while I stayed home to finish up some work (and maybe squeeze in a work-out). One breathing treatment, many tears, and a 10-day prescription for amoxicillin later (ahem, double ear infection), they were home. And I was officially the worst mother ever (or so I thought at the time).