September 13, 2011
Some days ...
Most days I wake up to a cooing infant and a toddler who wants to give me a "big hug and kiss."
But some days I wake up to a screaming, thrashing, teething infant and a toddler who yells, "You go away, Mama, I want Daddy."
Some days the workers show up unexpectedly to jackhammer my foundation.
And some days the jackhammering lasts all day.
Some days someone never makes it to the potty on time. (I'm not naming names here.)
Some days I spank my child for hitting me on the head even though I know that's counter-productive and I promised myself I'd never do that.
Some days I need a beer before two o'clock.
Some days are just like that I guess.