Now I Know Why Tigers Eat Their Young...

I love my daughter. With my entire heart and soul. I never before imagined a love so great, until she pooped into my life....I would lay down my own life without hesitation to protect her from harm. This is why I took her to her father's as soon as I could today. She was driving me nuts.

We were supposed to have a night, just the two of us, to hang out while C was out. We rented movies, I made dinner per her request, we painted our nails and ate gobs of chocolate. Let me also mention that she is so fabulous that she sliced a zucchini (we were out of cukes) to lay on my eyes, so I could relax while she poured lotion on me. How funny! I worked on her back, and then I started to fade out...my energy is dwindling. We laid around, and the moment I began to doze off, she poked me. Then, she talked incessantly during my movie, despite my gentle plea...I dozed off again. I wake up to this odd sensation- she is now sucking my kneecap just to wake me up. It's 11pm or so, I am not remotely awake, but I am infuriated. I turn off my movie, and turn off my movie in a huff, vascilating between a yell and a mumble.

When I wake up this morning, I feel rather guilty about my tone. I figure I will take her to Marty's bakery, and we'll have a good chat before we split for a few days. No. She refuses to halp me clean up, walks off with a pen in her hand, ignoring my every word. She has not brushed her hair or her teeth, as I asked an hour ago. I am infuriated! We met friends at Kopperman's for brunch, and then off to her father's. I needed that break as soon as I could get it. Am I a horrible mother? We had a fabulous brinch, but I am in desperate need to curl up with the chick flix I bought, actually watch them, and primp before my love walks through the door and finds me wearing something shocking. I feel so guilty.