Today was tough.
The morning was great, Little T and I laughed and played and snuggled.
Then the evening happened and now I just feel like curling up in a ball and crying.
Some call it the witching hour, some call it toddler-hood.
I call it “WHY DOES RICH WORK TILL 8!?” or “hell”.
Like me, when Little T is tired everything becomes a huge deal.
And not in the good way.
Which makes the evening especially hard.
Life goes on, and tomorrow is a new day.
Tomorrow I need to “relax” and remember that Little T is “hilarious”
Dear Little T,
I love you.