Only another mother would understand.
It's a normal afternoon around here. The phone rings. It's the estate lawyer. A new contact in the family to deal with all our estate matters (as in will, trust, all things we hate to think about. We just had 2 deaths in the family, sue us. We are thinking about all this crap).
So, The Lawyer and I begin discussing our initial consultation. It's all good. That is, until the baby in my lap starts rooting to nurse. Shuffling phone from ear to shoulder, to baby lying across lap and getting ready to nurse--the sick 5-year-old rushes to the bathroom and pukes. Not normal puke. But power pukes. And I hear splattering from my spot on the couch. Apparently so does the lawyer.
But hey, the kid screams, "I'm okay mom!" and the baby finally gets situated and nurses. Sensing his cue, The Lawyer continues on as if it's all normal. And really, I guess it is. For a mom.
So, The Lawyer and I begin discussing our initial consultation. It's all good. That is, until the baby in my lap starts rooting to nurse. Shuffling phone from ear to shoulder, to baby lying across lap and getting ready to nurse--the sick 5-year-old rushes to the bathroom and pukes. Not normal puke. But power pukes. And I hear splattering from my spot on the couch. Apparently so does the lawyer.
But hey, the kid screams, "I'm okay mom!" and the baby finally gets situated and nurses. Sensing his cue, The Lawyer continues on as if it's all normal. And really, I guess it is. For a mom.
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