After this little story unfolded, I had to ask my mother, “Did you hear what she said?”
As I scrambled to get myself out of the house by 7:45 this morning to get to yoga, my daughter was especially clingy.
“Don’t go, Mommy…I want you mommy…You’re using my lotion…I want some lotion…I’m hot…I don’t want to…I want apple juice…I go back to bed?” And on, and on, and on.
As I finally exited at 7:48, I heard her ask from the open doors of the pantry, where we keep just about everything we eat or drink…
“Mommy, do you need some wine?”
Yoga felt extra nice today.
Yes, dear, Mommy always needs wine. But Mommy will wait until later.