..the tummy ache part. Hard to get through work today, but I still managed a swim at the completely crappy Y down the street -- Willamette's pool is closed for the summer for renovations -- and managed to get down half a cup of chicken broth for lunch, that was it.
During dinner I was so tired that I did something I've never done before when I'm alone with Rachel: excused myself to go lie down. I slept for about 20 minutes. When I came back in, she had demolished her chicken and pasta and had timidly come into the bedroom and asked for cheese and salami. And dessert. Guess her appetite has returned along with her health.
Rachel was unusually gentle and sweet with me tonight. She complimented me several times on what a good mommy I am. "What makes me a good mommy?" I asked.
"Because you take such good care of me," she said.
I, in turn, complimented her on finishing her dinner like a big girl, without me nagging her, and she said, "See? That's why you're a good mommy."
Someday she will realize what a deeply flawed human being I am, but for now -- I really like this hero worship thing she's got going.
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