A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.
Yeah. That. Or rather, that level of utter soul crushing frustration. But not for want of a horse. Just please god, give me 24 hours of a clean, quiet house. That's all I want. Then I will happily go back to the utter chaos that is KD and her seemingly innate need to exist at the center of a toddler tornado.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't give her up for anything in the world. Not even when she insists in giving me kisses after nearly eating her weight in shrimp chips. Even then.
And yes, I understand I'll miss these years once they're gone. Full disclosure, I already ache for the days gone past, knowing she'll never be that little again.
But damn if I'm not also looking forward to the days where she at least keeps most of her mayhem confined to her own room. Or, at the very least, can do so for more than a few hours at a time. Ahhhh, those will be the days.
Maybe.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't give her up for anything in the world. Not even when she insists in giving me kisses after nearly eating her weight in shrimp chips. Even then.
And yes, I understand I'll miss these years once they're gone. Full disclosure, I already ache for the days gone past, knowing she'll never be that little again.
But damn if I'm not also looking forward to the days where she at least keeps most of her mayhem confined to her own room. Or, at the very least, can do so for more than a few hours at a time. Ahhhh, those will be the days.
Maybe.