I have finally realized what my life has become at this point.

I am a professional wiper.

I wipe.

Wipe for a dirty diaper.  Wipe for the 3rd spilled cup of milk of that supper.  Wipe the counter.  Wipe away a tear.  Wipe the floor from Zekijah who snuck into the the cracker cupboard. 

Wipe the counter again. 

Wipe a bum.  Wipe the shampoo bubble out of the eyes.  Wipe a runny nose. 

Wipe away another tear.

Wipe away the sleep from the eye in the morning.  Wipe out when the kids are chasing me for tag.


Sometimes it makes me wiped.