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I confess…
I enrolled Dorothy in a Parent’s Day Out program for the fall this week, and I am absolutely giddy about it.
GIDDY.
Six months ago, just thinking about dropping my kid off at a PDO or preschool would make me want to vomit. Now, I’m making a mental list of all the fabulous things I want to do with my two mornings a week (read: solo grocery shopping, showering, a morning fitness class, blogging… pedicures… ME TIME, OKAY?!).
I confess…
If I had to list the things I hate most about the toddler stage, Thomas the Tank Engine would be in the top 3.
Solidly.
I confess…
If my daughter is cuddly in the evening, regardless of her behavior during the rest of the day, I let her stay up past bedtime. I just can’t soak in enough of those elusive, but precious, snuggly moments. They melt my cold momma heart.
I confess…
I subconsciously dress Dorothy and I alike. If I decide I’m wearing black leggings and a tee, somehow my daughter ends up wearing the exact same thing. Today I’m wearing blue? 9/10, so is my kid. I don’t mean to, but it just happens.
I confess…
Most days, the Terrible Two’s win.
Don’t even tell me that three is worse. I will pretend that I don’t hear you.
LALALALALALA!….
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What are your confessions on this fine Friday? Happy weekend, friends!
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