Oh, motherhood...today I feel as if, to put it simply, you hate me. No, you LOATHE me. Thank you so much for the toilet water mess, and thank you even more for that lack of sleep stunt last night. Should I even bring up the leap off of the high chair, or the dive out of the tub? How about that tumble down the stairs or oh yes, the "pee on mommy" incident. I've heard my name (Mama, not Jessica) called, yelled, screamed and whined out approximately one hundred and seventy three times. And to bring it all home, I had three students who needed tutoring somewhere in the midst of all the madness.The crazy part is that I wouldn't want to be any where else...you can offer me the Bahama's or a million bucks, but if I can't have my insane, crazy, sassy terrible two-some (otherwise known as "my daughters") then you can forget it. I finally understand what unconditional love looks like and my gosh, I've never seen anything so beautiful.
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