An exasperating morning.
- I slept badly.
- The chimney people called to say they’re late but will be here "sometime today."
- Boobaby is removing, one by one, every single cornflake from her bowl and placing each on her lap.
- We’re already in the second outfit of the day and working on three.
- The house is a mess and a playdate is heading over.
Losing patience, I say, with just a little too much edge in my voice, "Don’t throw your cranberries on the floor, you’re making daddy do even more work."
"Daddy drink coffee."
Baby’s got my number, huh?