After a morning filled with neurotic calls to daycare (“What’s she doing now? How ’bout now?”), Brad and I drove over there like bats out of hell (Meatloaf not included) to hold her/feed her at lunchtime.
And when we got there? My precious little child, who was obviously under intense emotional duress from being abandoned at daycare? Was dead asleep, sans swaddle.
Mommy, you so crazy. Also, tell Daddy to stop calling here so much. He’s embarrassing me, GOD!
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