Even a cozy tribal, aztec cardigan *which my daughter likes to cuddle in* wasn’t enough when I came home. She had been having fun all day, and when mommy came home she was having none of it. She came up, and instead of the usual hug, I got a firm shove out the front door.
That did not feel good.
And then the following day she did not want me to leave. Ugh, kid, can you make up your mind? It’s really tough when you play roly poly with my emotions like this.
She’s lucky she’s cute.
And that I have a steady supply of wine and chocolate.