Not the parenting day I would submit for consideration. Anywhere. Let's just say: I'm becoming increasingly and blatantly aware of my shortcomings as a human being.
Now don't go contradicting me. I know I'm a "great mom" - that's why I'm treating myself to some great vino this evening while the menfolk work long hours at the remodel.
In an effort to keep me from dwelling on the frustrations of this "phase," I want to share one of the sweetest things about it.
When I put Lucy June to bed I sing to her.
She rests her head on my chest, and she sings with me.
It's a bit of a cat-like groan noise, but it's her song. It's our song.
And my heart might burst just thinking about it.
That's what I got for what's left of your Tuesday night. Cheers.