Wednesdays are tough. I wake up at 5:15 (yes, am!) ride my bike downtown to the track and do speed training workouts. When I was single girl, I would go back to bed after that...now that I am a Mom...no such luxury.
Eight o'clock at night, I am wiped out. Husband finally gets home and I take a moment to fall on the couch and put my feet up. Miss Peach climbs up, wiggles her way into the crook of my arm, and pulls my hand around her tummy. "Mommy I love you."
*sigh*...Is it possible to hug her too much?