Those days when your kid has had a fever for 5 days and you feel like the worlds worst mom when you finally take her to the doctor and they tell you its tonsillitis.
Those days when you come in from afternoon milking and your kid wont. stop. crying. For an entire hour. And won't eat. And just wants to be held. But doesn't want to be held. And then continues to cry until she finally crashes in her crib.
Those days when you feel like crying right along with her.
One day, those days will be just a blur of memories that make up T's toddlerhood and my first few years as a mom.
Until then, I'll take up drinking.
(Kidding. Kind of.)
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