"Hmmmm, juice, Mommy. Good juice. Yummy, yummy juice!"
"What are you drinking, Arabis?"
Er...no...that's not juice. That's the remains of your father's Turkish Coffee milkshake from last night that was almost full and is now...empty. Yeah. A two year old wired on Turkish Coffee, because anything with a straw in it is "juice."
I've already declared today a "pajama day" because I don't want to bother getting dressed. When is the feeling of being exhausted every going to go away? Perhaps it just never does. It's one of those things they don't tell you about being a parent, because if you knew it's possible the species would never propagate.
I do love my daughter. Even though she thinks eggs are "balls, mommy, balls!" that don't bounce. "Ball broke, mommy!"
I'm not getting sick. No way, no how. Not. Getting. Sick.
"I love you, Mommy."
Yeah, sweetie. I love you too. That's what this is all about.
"Tattoo? Have tattoo, please?"
Gods, help me! This is going to be a looong day.