Me: Frustrated. Angry. Right at the brink of becoming the crazy, screaming lady.
Mason: "Mama!"
Me: "WHAT?"
Mason: "I love you."
Moment 2 --
Me: Tired. Spent. "Marissa, are you ready for some milkies?"
Marissa: Nods in the affirmative. Spits out pacifier and pants with anticipation.
Me: Lays down. Offers the breast.
Marissa: Coos with appreciation. And is quiet. And still.
Moment 3 --
Me: Posts on Facebook, "Robyn would very much like a vacation. Without any kids."
Landon: "Robyn, we should go away next month, just the two of us. Without any kids."
This job is hard. Sometimes I think I'm going crazy. And just when I feel like I might lose it for real this time, the perks kick in and I remember how incredibly lucky I am.
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