GIVE IT A SUNDAY WHIRL

 Just stop it, babydoll", I say. " But it BURNS, please have MERCY on me, Mama", he says. I mean, it was only eyedrops I was trying to put into his eyes. He contorted into all kinds of positions. At that point, I had zero tolerance for the LEGACY I would leave as a mom to my kid. It was more like a come to the ALTER in a church experience. So, I took a break for a bit to get myself together. My GAZE drifted to the SKY outside the bathroom window I opened earlier that day. I could feel the cool breeze of autumn. I could hear the RUSTLE of the leaves as