Sometimes, I wake up and i'm still tired.
I go to work. I cook. I clean. I pick up all the dog shit from the yard and really don't mind even tho she swore she would always do it. I love her. I love the dog.
I laugh. Often. At myself. At us. At the world.
I apply band-aids.
I comb out tangles.
I feel the greatest joy just by looking at her. Hearing her voice.
I worry.
I wish she would eat more green vegetables.
I wish she wouldn't roll her eyes so much.
I wish she wouldn't slam her bedroom door.
I am happy to be a Mother.
I am happy to be her Mother.
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