The morning came too early and seemed painful. My steamy friend of caffeinated bliss wasn’t enough to open my blurry eyes. My tummy was awkwardly rumbly and gurgling while I tried to wrangle my teething infant and sniffly toddler, but breakfast was not to be had for mommy right. Not then, anyway.
My toddler wrangled me, tugging at my loose-fitting pants, determined to rip them off if I didn’t respond to her unspecified request rightthatverysecond, as my hands were covered in chicken-y goo and my patience began to wear. My infant tried to free himself from his jail bouncy chair.
{sigh}
Calgonnnnn!!! 🙂
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