This morning. Not so great.
Went to send a feminist critique on Flannery O' Connor to my Instructor via email.
My paper was nowhere to be found on my dinky lap top.
Lost.
Gone.
Forever.
I cried.
Bawled.
You see, I don't have much time or energy for typing decent papers.
So polishing one off feels a feat for me.
I cried again.
Then Margot woke up hungry.
I instantly switched from student mode to Mom mode.
I decided to introduce her to a whole new world....Food.
I watched her slurp the rice cereal in and out,
pulling Jim Carrey like faces,
reacting to new tastes and textures.
Then she smiled, telling me she liked and approved of this new world I had shown her.
My paper suddenly seemed tiny and unworthy.
Margot makes everything all better.
p.s. While Margot was eating her rice cereal,
I ate some dark chocolate joe joes.
That helped too.
