this is not your average sunday.
i watch 4 children for 9 hours.
all of them with a bad case of the terrible twos.
and an emphasis on sharing issues and shrill screams.
waking up at 7, not enough time for even a speck of makeup,
wearing battered sweats from high school,
and a lack of appetite for the past week,
today is just not my day.
but when this little bug wakes up calling 'hayyyyaaa'
even though she can now say haylie properly,
insisting on taking her nap with me.
i just can't resist.
somehow, it all pays off.
not to mention our conversations:
"brady, you can't unzip my jacket."
"awe you wea-wing an unda-sut (undershirt)?"
"nope. that's why you gotta stop."
"oh. wew.. i dess i don't wanna see yo pivate pots den."
hahaha
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