It's A Binary Thing

After posting, I changed into my most comfortable nightgown (newly warm out of the dryer) and my fuzzy bathrobe, and I sat down on my couch with the night's music still a fresh buzz in my ears and a hot cup of tea in my hand. I put my feet up on my coffee table and closed my eyes to a sense of deep satisfaction and exhausted contentment. From the babyswing came the sounds of the little man fussing and stirring in his sleep, so I picked him up gently and laid him on my chest with my bathrobe wrapped around him and my cheek resting against his small head and marveled at the magic of children and my good fortune. He opened his eyes for just a moment and smiled an uncertain half-smile at me, as if to say, I love you mom and you are always here for me when I need you most, and then he superbarfed all over me, my bathrobe, my couch, and the floor.

Sigh. Guess I've gotta do some laundry before I go to bed. No way I want that still waiting for me in the morning.