I’m trying to be calm. “Just a reminder I need to leave at three thirty,” I say in my most “I’m a professional” voice
B
eep beep beep.
I sit up and then immediately lie back down. No sitting. Sitting bad. Must. Lie. Down.
Malkie comes into my room sounding like a small hurricane. “Mooooommmmy, come give me cereal.”
Shhhh. Shhhh!
“I don’t feel well, sweetie, take on your own, okay?” I rasp out.
I’ll be paying for that one later.
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