Yesterday was a rough day. I'm not sure why, but it felt like Paige was crying aaaaallllll day long. I know she wasn't, but it seemed like every time I tried to do anything - the dishes, laundry, go to the bathroom - she would start screaming. You know the kind - red faced, mouth wide-open, 100% pure wailing. To say I had a headache was an understatement. But, then, just when I thought she would never stop, I walk into the living room and there she is, in her bouncy chair - grinning from ear to ear. And that's when it hit me - even on the worst days when I can't seem to do anything right... when the crying makes my brain rattle around in my head... when I have to change my outfit 5 times thanks to baby puke or poop... when I look in the mirror and see my jeans STILL don't fit right... when the dirty laundry is piled up to my knees and dirty dishes are piled up to my elbows... when The View is my only source of "news" because it happens to coincide with nap time... when I start singing "Old McDonald Had a Farm" in the shower... I am still the luckiest woman in the whole world. That smile makes it all worth while... and I wouldn't change a thing!
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