I would be cleaning up one mess while she was making another. We jokingly say she is like the ocean, beautiful to look at but you never want to turn your back on her.
While I was taking one minute to myself in the bathroom she went into my bedroom, scaled my sewing basket that has yet to be used, reached up on my dresser and brought down a cheap little colorful ceramic fish that she had been eyeing.
I got that cheap little fish in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico on my honeymoon nine years ago.
I found her with it in the living room.
Just as I was about to tell her to hand it to me, it slipped out of her chubby toddler hands, into a dozen pieces on the floor.
I was really sad but I love her more than the fish so I let her live.
Today.
That's pretty much how my day continued.
So I was thankful to have these on hand.
Tomorrow has to be better.
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