She was cute, innocent, and helpless. She looked at me with her big brown eyes, pleading at me with her pouty lips; "Mommy, I want my Mommy!!" Unable to resist her siren song I was drawn to her regardless of the vomit, snot, poop, and general grossness that was oozing forth from her every pore.
As a Mom I look past all that junk. It's part of the job description.
I cleaned and wiped and disinfected. I purelled and moped and cleaned some more. I washed my hands so many times they became raw - all to no avail. Maybe it was the 241 times she coughed directly in my face without covering her mouth. Maybe it was the two tons of vomit or diarrhea. Maybe it was the fact that she thought I was a giant walking tissue and I kept finding smears of snot on my pants or shirt. Or perhaps it was that goldfish cracker she insisted I eat that she had clutched in her germ filled hands.
Regardless she got me sick. After two bites of my...
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