some days i wonder about this.
i am almost 60, after all.
a very young 60, but nevertheless.
raising a child is not for the faint of heart, although when i was young and much, much smarter, i knew exactly what i was up against.
there is nothing i have not seen an almost 4-year-old do. and on a scale of 1 to ten, 1 being the easiest child in the world, emma is about a 4. she is sweet, intelligent, pliable for the most part, and came with no major problems other than dental issues.
some days i am just tired.
i love my little girl. i would die for her. but oh man, is she a talking machine and a drama queen, and just getting into the stage where mommy has to "play-play-play with me?"
so i do.
i spend hours playing dress-up as a princess, conducting weddings, taking care of our dollies, interacting with our dogs (no easy task- an ADHD beagle and a ODD mutt), reading books...
hours and hours. every moment precious.
and sometimes, at the end of the day, i just want to sit down and have a cup of tea and forget that Winnie the Pooh or Sleeping Beauty ever existed. i want to talk to daddy without a very newly discovered LOUD VOICE interrupting every 5 seconds.
but i seldom get to do that, because by the time little girl is ready for bed, i am too.
this is the price i pay for being almost 60.
my bedtime is 8 pm.
life goes on.