How is it fair that, amid all this grief and depression, I'm still expected to be a suitable mommy to Andrew?
Friday he felt a little warm. And started acting like a monster. Grexy, as they say where I'm from. A pain in the booty, we say here. Just crabby, super-sensitive, weepy.
We had the audacity to laugh at him while he was wrestling with us. He came running at my face with his fist up and destruction in his eyes.
I put my hand up to stop him, and accidentally clotheslined him. My 5-year-old!
It didn't go over well. Especially since lately he's been working hard, getting in touch with his inner drama queen.
Later, while brushing his teeth that night, I spot the enemy. A molar popping it's head out.
Then I was all, "oh, poor baby, let me get you some Tylenol."
And they all lived happily ever after......at least, until the next drama.
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