Holly and Shaun can attest that I often am frustrated, given the five kid-free hours or so each week I get. Being constantly bombarded with requests and stories and needs (Aurora, in the event of injury, has taken to offering me different parts of her body to kiss, which is cute until it interrupts a business call) exhausts me — often before lunch.
But then something like what happened this morning happens, and I think that I should count these years at home with the kids as blessings, since I can always work outside the home while they will not be this young forever.
Getting Aurora dressed and I put on her skirt (I call it her Carrie Bradshaw skirt) and she said, “I look like a princess.” Then I put on her I Heart SF shirt, which Holly’s mother bought her, and Aurora touched the sequins heart and said, “This is my heart.”
And I forgot that a few minutes earlier she had taken off her diaper, wiggled her bottom at me, and said, ”It’s butt time,” — again, cute, except I was in the middle of a project that needed all of my attention — because she looks like a princess and she knows where her heart is.
