How is it that I forgot my very own sick child timeline? Daughter’s been kicking my ass the past three days. She's all jacked up on purple popsicles and vanilla pudding. There are total meltdowns if I won’t put the Doodle Eff-ing Bops into the DVD player. Again. She's flipping a biscuit if I even glance over while I’lldoitmyself is attempting a task.
I’m embarrassed to admit I swatted her bottom when she was fish flopping as I tried to get her coat on the other day. It was ever so light of a tap. If I hit your butt as hard you might not even notice that someone had spanky pants you. But gah, the guilt! I’m ready to fly the Doodlebops in for a personal show at this point.