Bright spot.

Mondays. Ugh. Nothing good ever comes out of a Monday. These days, Mondays mean Mommy has to work again. And by work, I mean babysitting. That means no naps, an early alarm clock, and 7 straight hours of not 1 but 2 crying/hungry/bored babies. What have I gotten myself into?

Just when I think I've reached my limit for the day, that my frustration level couldn't possibly be stretched any further, that my breaking point is thisclose to being shattered, I am met with this:...and my Monday is so bright and cheerful that the backaches, headaches, mental breakdowns, etc. are all forgotten. She is the reason I can smile through Mondays.