on mothering

Oliver has a bowl of pacifiers that is kept beside his bed so that he can help himself to a new one when one goes missing in the middle of the night.
Last night while kissing him good-night I couldn’t find the bowl anywhere. I wondered if he had thrown it somewhere in the room, but couldn’t find it in my searching. So I dug a few from the bottom of his backpack and left them next to the bed.

This morning while emptying the dishwasher, I found that the bowl and pacifiers had been (gasp) washed.

My housekeeper is a better mom than I am.

bowl of pacifiers

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