My dearest Miss Molly Jane,
Thank you for waking up in the midst of a poo-splosion at 4:00am. One that required changing your clothes AND your sheets. Thank you for then deciding that you would need a little somthing in your tummy before you would even consider going back to sleep. And finally, thank you for laying in your bed and having a VERY LOUD conversation with yourself until approximately 5:25am, (not that I was watching the clock praying for sleep or anything). I'm sure whatever it was you were discussing, (most likely railing at the injustice of being put back to bed) was extremely important. I was especially thankful when my alarm went off at 5:45.
I'm sure that when you are 13 and want nothing to do with me I'll yearn for the days when you were completely dependent on me, so this morning I am choosing to be thankful.
Love,
Mommy
p.s. This post was written without an ounce of sarcasm.
1 comment:
She was probably worried about how the Congressional vote would affect her daily life in years to come.
Love,
Your token Republican friend
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