Sunday started off on the wrong foot for me. Bad dreams. Screaming toddler and one big potty 'accident'...also belonging to the toddler.
Maia and I cleaned up the bathroom floor and I threw her into the bath. I was kind of moping around and not being very fun when John came out of the bedroom to see what was happening with his girls.
"Good morning Maia...how are you? How is the bath?" Was John's question to the soapy girl in the tub.
"Mommy need coffee" was Maia's reply.
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