On the eve of what will be my first full week back, I was prepared to feel a lot of things. Sadness, regret and overwhelming anxiety was the obvious prediction. What I wasn't expecting was relief. Ella and Viv were kind enough to make sure I didn't get swallowed up by my own depression tomorrow as I drop them both off. How was this achieved you may ask? I spent the day wiping noses and scraping sh*t out of undergarments. I was taunted, screamed at and physically assaulted. I always thought I had this type of behavior under control...but I was so close to ringing up Jo from the Super Nanny so that she and her "naughty stool" could come over and open up a can of whoop ass (I had to say "ringing" as she is from England). So tomorrow as we pile into the car at 7:45 a.m. and I prepare for my day as problem solver, whine receptacle and social worker extraordinaire, I will thank my girls for giving me the best gift ever...I will be dropping them off with a smile.
Note: I don't typically clean sh*t out of underwear...that is not in my job description...but these were never worn AND from the Baby Gap. Case closed.
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