Huge event for work last night. A smash-ing success…I think. We’ll see how the numbers turn out. It was a fundraising banquet, and this morning the counting commences. But not until 10:30.For now, I have a few minutes of quiet before waking and readying my big kids for school and spending some quality, totally in-my-face time with my preschooler. I love it that children have little sense of personal space with their parents. There’s something inexplicably precious about nose-to-nose encounters with a 3-year-old who has morning breath. When I became pregnant with our second child, our oldest was—well, not 3, but 4. I vividly remember juggling the early-morning queasiness of pregnancy with my fierce enjoyment of first-thing cuddle sessions with Vi. I couldn’t dispense with the former, and I didn’t want to give up the latter. So I simply turned my face away from the straight-on assault of pre-breakfast Chatty Cathy.
And here comes her little sister right now, ready to hit me with her halitosis. Bring it on!
