Every time I visit Denver, I forget about the elevation and how it gives me headaches and causes me to drag ass until I adjust to it. But this? This is “I just spent the day with a 2 and 4 year old who have run through every emotional reaction known to man within the last two hours and even though it’s not even 7pm in my time zone and although I helped out I’m not even one of their parents” complete exhaustion.
I love these two children so so much. Olivia has grown in so many ways since last year. And Max finally knows who I am and asks where I went if I leave the room and is such a cuddlebug. But oh my. Parents of the world (the good parents, not the shitty ones), I salute you. I have always been in awe of your abilities. I have never thought children are easy. But right now? Right now I want to buy each of you a drink. If I can keep my eyes open.
“Keep an eye on your flight status tomorrow. We’re having a vicious snowstorm and they are canceling a ton of flights. Supposed to keep snowing through tomorrow evening. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!”—note left on my FB page from my BFF regarding my visit to see her tomorrow. I will sob huge tears if my flight is fucked with.
“Last night I had a dream that I was in a fight with Paula Dean. I stole a steak off her grill and fed it to my dog. Then she said, “I do everything so great, I’m going to try singing!” and she sang a song and it was AWFUL.”—my mom