MAAAAAAAMAAAAA!!!

As my daughter nears the 18-month mark, I am truly beginning to understand the extent of my impatience, perhaps because my daughter tests it everyday with her incessant whining. While my lovely offspring spends most of the day being ridiculously cute, she spends the rest of the time calling for me in a curdling cry, “MAAAAMAAAA” with no rational cause. Sometimes, a simple distraction will send her on her way, other times, a hug, but then there are the times when nothing will appease her. I shake my arms vehemently with insane rage pretending she is between them, before gently kneeling beside her and stroking her head. How can a little two foot person be both my reason for living and my reason for wanting to overdose on heroin?

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