You know the age-old wedding vow, “In sickness and in health”? Well, when I stood under the chuppah and got married three short years ago, I never really gave much thought to that vow. Unfortunately for my husband’s sake, I really should have.
I had no idea that when my husband placed that wedding band on my finger, it inevitably meant that I would be put into a position where I would get up close and personal with vomit, whining and an overall sense of ickiness without any instructions on how to handle these types of situations whatsoever.
Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Nikki Flores and I am a clueless caregiver, or so my husband claims…
NOTE: I had the opportunity to guest-blog on a friend’s blog for this post, so if you want to find out whether or not I’m a clueless caregiver, mosey on over to Life in the Married Lane.
