I actually planned on being asleep right now, but no. Our young'n woke me up, crying. Where did we get said young'n? It's a long story...
Actually it's really not that long. My granma found a kitten, abandoned, and gave it to my cousin's mama who gave it to my mama. The little guy/girl's only about a week old. The real kicker is this is the closest I've ever come to caring for a baby.
I'm always so scared of it. I'm worried about hold it too tight or not feeding it enough or if it's not eating right. I mean it's always crying! I can't take the crying!
More than anything, will I be like this with my kids? Mom said they can tell when you're nervous, and man was I nervous just a second ago. Guess I'll find out someday.
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