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 I have a friend who has been absolutely hammered by "hard stuff."  It's at the point where Hollywood couldn't even make a movie about it.  People would think it was too unrealistic.  It's been rough.  This week her family topped off everything with a severe case of the flu.  There has been vomiting in some capacity for a solid seven days at her house.  I felt terrible for her and her husband, so I did the only thing I know how to do.  I stopped by with a bag of food; just a few things that go down easy when your stomach is on the fritz.  

I knocked on the door and when she answered, I handed her the bag of food and made small talk for a minute.  We said our goodbyes.  Then, I raided her garbage, took all of the cardboard I could fit into the back of my van, and drove away.  I made it about a mile before I realized, I'm probably the weird friend.  

It's a label I'm willing to carry.  I got some really nice cardboard, and I may be back for another load.  Pride is not one of my many faults.    

While I'm handing myself labels, I'm also a hero.  First responders have nothing on me...just kidding, they totally do.  First responders, you have nothing but my utmost respect.  I can't even fathom being in your shoes.  But, all that to say, I basically saved my child's life...again.  This time she was trying to shove a screwdriver into an electrical outlet. Par for the course, but we are going to need those plug covers after all, and I have a few more things to add to that locking toolbox.  

I'm also the best wife and mother ever.  I gave the boys and Ross the last of the ice cream tonight.  That, my friends, is true love.  It had nothing to do with Sawyer, bless his heart, telling me I looked pregnant today.  Nothing.  But I will be running in the morning, and Sawyer and I will be having a heart-to-heart on things you should never, ever, ever say to your mom (or future wife) if you want to live a full and happy life.  

It's a heavy load, all these roles, but somebody has to own them.  Not everyone can pull off dumpster diving in their friend's driveway like I can.  

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