I swear to god, if this migraine doesn’t stop I’m going to throw it out the window of my second story bedroom, headfirst, into the rain.
It feels like it’s 10 o’clock in the morning right now, but it’s actually after 3pm, I’ve barely left my bed except to take care of Felicity.
Here’s one thing I love about being a mom:
No matter what, I have to get up.
There’s no “I don’t feel like it” or “Maybe tomorrow” or whatever depressing internal diatribe surfaces in my mind. I love having a sense a duty.