Sweet little came hobbling in on her newly-discovered legs holding the single finger of her mom. Blonde hair perfectly over-sized hazel eyes and one seriously beaming smile. So cute.
so in true "insider" fashion I located one of our stock stuffed animals and brought it out to her. Ha, oddly enough, she was more interested in my fancy bracelets then in the cute purple fish I was offering.
We played and laughed for a while playing the traditional "pass the toy" that children her age seem to love. She seemed to be the only bright spot in an otherwise *#$&y day. Just when I thought I was crawling out of the deep dark whole I was in (mentally), her mother laughed again at the sweet child and then offered, "you know, you are going to make a great mother some day."
and let the tears begin. I have no idea why I reacted that way. Maybe it was the already emotionally draining day, maybe I hadn't slept well enough, maybe it was PMS. In any case, I was done. Of course I didn't lose it in front of the guests, that's not cool, but man I died inside.
So much for beating the bug
Bug-10 Amy-0
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