Angel of Mercy

I actually got Kenny  to nap just after my first post today for 30 minutes on the guest bed, with me hovering outside the door, terrified that he’d roll off the bed if I moved more than a step away.   He awoke all impish and  giggly, and promptly sat down in his high chair to devour an enormous portion of baked chicken ziti… no,  not the Gerber  Graduate kind, but the real, homemade kind that Mommy herself was devouring cold out of a tupperware bowl straight from the fridge.   He kept pointing at it, and me, and pushing aside his plain bits of pasta, so I chopped some up and gave it to him.   Next thing I knew, he’d eaten more of it than I did!  

And who should show up then  at my door with a bouquet of flowers in a yellow smiley-face mug, but my wise and witty little sister, with her two kids in tow.   She took Kenny out of my arms, and said, “Shower.   Now.”   Part Mother Theresa and part Atilda the Hun and all-around best pal.

I just got out of the shower and I don’t hear anything downstairs but the radio.    Dare I  venture  down?   She told me that she was here to relieve me for awhile so that I could catch up on cleaning (that is, myself and the house) and then go with her to meet some other Mommies at the local mall.    

Consider this a day redeemed.