As I lie here listening to my 4 year old bark her way into 2am I cant help but think, “What kind of parental purgatory is this? What penance am I having to serve and why?!”
Did I do something so egregious as to warrant my daughter to have to deal with croup for the second time in three months, and the third time in her four years on this planet?! What on earth would make us deserve that?!
Mommy’s public bitching blog?!
Too many lunchables and non-organic produce?
Whatever it is, this is it! We have paid our dues!
As I contemplate whatever irresponsible nonsense I surely did to cause this all to happen, the evening just gets more heinous as I lie awake to the simultaneous coughing of the little one, the grinding snore of the contractually obligated one, and the *delightful* awareness of starting my period.