Hell hath no fury like a toddler who wants it and wants it NOW
!

Screaming pulling and flailing…a reminder of how she was conceived in the first place.

Hell hath NO fury like a mother on her last straw!
So close to breaking that camels back
.

Though there feels like there is no other emotion as strong as fury when you are just…


You just can’t.

You need a minute. 


You collect yourself, or at least try, because who else is going to make that hamburger helper you despise so much?

You step back in the room scattered with death traps that play those oh too familiar songs
And the storm...has calmed.


You huff a sigh of epic proportions releasing the stress of the eternity that just passed,
(Which is equal to about 10-15 normal people minutes.)
 and she mimics you with the grin of innocence a hundred times over.
You sit there staring at this exuberant life form you’ve created and you can’t help but wonder if it’s all real. 


You notice, for the thousandth time how much she looks like you. 


You notice for the millionth time how much she means to you.


Hell hath no fury compared to her admiration and love for me…

And my love for her.