I have the utmost respect for work-at-home moms. I could not do this long term. I'd lose my mind.
I'm exhausted because she woke up at 4:45am and wouldn't go back to sleep until 6am.
Hubs and I joke that she runs the house and we're just her servants. Which, although a joke, is basically true. I've taken to calling us "male servant" and "female servant."
Male servant, throw me up and down until I giggle uncontrollably.
Female servant, pick up my toys so I can throw them around all over again.
Toddlers are cray. Parenthood is cray. As Hubs says, it's my favorite inconvenience. It's all worth it for this smile:
Note: cray = crazy, but without the Z ;-)