Man, I'm frustrated at work, I'm still upset about the nanny situation, and also I'm listening to Davis scream his brains out. Since he's learned the word "rock" he now feels like any time he even rolls over, he might need to wake up and get a good rock in the rocking chair from none other than yours truly. Not Da-ee. Only Mommom Wock.
And most nights I love it. I cherish it. But tonight I've already been in there three times, and I'm tired. And I have so much work yet to do. And I missed my workout. And I don't know if it's a result of all this, but I'm in a bad mood. Suck it Pollyanna.
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