I just found a booger in my hair. And as I picked it out, and shook my head wondering how long it had been there, my mind flashed back to yesterday. I was feeding LiLi oatmeal, and she started to gag. In an insane & mindless effort to save her clothes and not have to wash it out of her highchair (like I did the day before) I caught her recycled cereal in my bare hands. I then calmly walked over to the kitchen sink, and scrubbed. Twice. If that doesn't get me into the 'Official Motherhood Club', I'm not sure anything will.
It's just a sad reminder to me that all of the glamor is gone. I came to this startling realization a few months after LiLi was born. We had decided to go tubing in Idaho. And as I self-consciously pulled at my modest two piece swimming suit, I looked down at Don's size ten shoes that I was wearing. I had forgotten mine, and the river ran on a bed of harsh traverntine that had given me some lovely shinners on my legs and attempted to turn my feet into mincemeat. In that cumulative moment, all I could think was, ...."Oh my."
