Sometimes I get tired of being a parent. Just sometimes.
Alyssa follows me around all day long.
“What are you doing Mommy?”
“Where are you going Mommy?”
“What’s that Mommy?”
(Though sometimes she calls me “Ma”, haha)
I can’t get dressed in peace. I certainly can’t go to the bathroom in peace!
“Where are you going Mommy?”
“Mommy is going to the bathroom.”
“Oh. What are you doing Mommy?”
“Mommy is going potty.”
“Oh.”
She’ll then hand me toilet paper, haha.
And shutting the bathroom door doesn’t help. She’ll just lay down on the floor and peer under it. Sigh.


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