Never do you realize quite so intensely that our existence is all about food until you have the dreaded pregnancy morning sickness. Actually, in my past experience a more appropriate name would be “every waking minute sickness”.
While taking in the pure bliss that the beach had to offer, my 5 yr. old handed me a cup full of wet sand and said, “here, this is for you.”Playing along I said, “oh, thank you, is it a milkshake?” His response…”no, it’s a cup full of wet sand.
Can any of you working parents out there appreciate my anxiety at abandoning the office at the stroke of 5pm. to get to the daycare by cut off time…6pm.?