Parenting...

Okay how is it that one moment you are in awe of the fact that you are a parent and that you helped bring someone into this world and then the next you are in awe of the fact that you have to help them survive their way through it. I love my little person, but it is sometimes the most difficult work I think I will ever do.

She has this uncanny ability to reason her way right into trouble and then play the sympathy card that will make me want to cry and think that I am the worst mother of all time. How is it possible. This is all just how it is and one of life's little "things", but I am tired. And for crying out loud can my husband please get home and at least give me a high five and let me know that everything will be alright in the morning. Anyway I think I have vented sufficiently to go to bed. thanks