After a long day of babysitting, I came home and ate a piece of cake.
It was delicious.
Two days spent trying to figure out the next step — hospitals are scary, but every single one of the doctors and nurses was kind. They took care of me. Robert kept asking me if I was okay, if I was comfortable. It was strange when he said, “Nice to meet you,” and I realized that I’d never see this man again, after two hours of him almost holding my hand.
Still no idea, so today I went back to work and ate cake.
[The little girl I watch makes up songs and stories like it’s her job. Example:
Pre-schooler: My boyfriend’s the greatest.
Me: Really? What makes him the greatest?
Pre-schooler: He gives me popcorn every day.
If only it were that simple. ]