I don’t want to watch Barbie. Like, ever. Like, you know?
It’s easier to go along with Brynna’s belief that she is “the real Elsa” than it is to explain that Frozen is a movie, and animated and even Elsa is not “the real” Elsa.
I’m seriously considering leaving all the laundry that needs to be folded because my mom’s coming this evening, and moms like laundry, right? Wait…I’m a mom…that logic might be faulty.
Most annoying thing about yesterday (and the day before that and the day before that):
“Mommy. Mommy? Mommy. Mommy… Mommy… Mommy?”
I drank 3 Dr. Peppers yesterday. Even I know that’s not okay. And when the dentist asks today I already plan, hours in advance, to lie straight through my sugar-coated teeth.
I don’t want to wait 2 hours to finish the last half of Criminal Minds.
But I will. I will wait because it’s not something Brynna needs to see, even in passing. It’s not the language she needs to hear or the pictures she needs in her mind. Because what she needs is more important than what’s convenient or comfortable.
And that’s why I’ll answer every time I hear “Mommy. Mommy? Mommy…”
And why I’ll watch another Barbie movie. Like, maybe today.