I love you more than my own life. I would stand in front of a bullet or an angry bear for you. I would jump off a cliff if it meant you would have a long and healthy and happy life. I really would. But must you:
Take off your socks 2 seconds before we have to leave? Everytime?
Talk so much that some days I want to shove knitting needles in my ears to try and rupture my eardrums?
Make a gigantic fuss every time you need your teeth or hair brushed? Or your clothes or diaper changed?
Climb into your carseat by yourself because "i big girl"?
Follow me as I am cleaning up, just to take everything out again?
Insist on putting on your "make-up" when we are running 15 minutes late?
Throw a fit when you can't have a sucker before dinner?
I know you are two and these days are fleeting. I know this. But days like today just can't end soon enough. Am I a horrible mother? Do you still love me? Can you tell that I really don't want to play Barbies or do I fake it well? I promise to do better tomorrow.
I love you, even when you drive me bananas,