Midway thru a long week, ive been channeling Linda Hamilton of T-2 fame in order to get by. Mothering a sick toddler is a bit like fighting an almost indestructable machine sent from the future to destroy you and your son. The sleep deprivation.....check.The feeling of constantly being on the run.....check.
The slicked back ponytail because youve got no time to fuss with your hair....check.
The battle weary grimace....check.
The sweating aching biceps bulging as you lock and load that automatic machine gun ready to take out the next person who calls "momm....."......oh wait.....um...just kidding.
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