I came downstairs today pretty cocky. I had survived Thursday on my own all day long and no harm had befallen either of my girls. One whole day, thank you very much. So today, I was riding my win.

“Good morning sweetie!” I lilted and bent to kiss my big girl’s forhead.

“Mommy, you smell.” Leina said solemnly.

“I smell?” I replied. “What does momma smell like?” I was expecting her to say “sweet” or “pretty” or maybe even “like a flower.”

“Stinky,” Kevin pipped in.

“Stinky,” Leina parroted. “Momma smells stinky.”

So all day today, Leina would run up to me, give me a sniff and proclaim, “momma smells stinky!”

Yes, but I survived kiddo! Two days without help and I didn’t place either child into the recycle bin even though it was, technically, recycling day. Ha! Sleep, showering, eating leisurely, who needs that stuff. Not me! Oh no, I’m a mommy!