Scarlett is taking a little break from screaming to snack and snooze, her favorite way to eat. I’ve got her in my lap, a dog on my feet and the computer balanced precariously between my knee and the end table. I can’t remember the last time I showered, and I have bit of a stomach ache from slamming down my breakfast/lunch as quickly as possible because she hates to sit in her chair and screams full-volume in protest whenever I try to set her down in it.
Hold on. . .
Wait. . .
I thought my head was exploding.
And then just when it seems like I’m going to have a nervous breakdown, she does this:
(Time’s up! I just felt my brain shut down.) I wish that I could take back all those nap-times that I squandered as a child. Or maybe just more coffee?