Lest you think me perfect I am going to confess getting out the door can leave me somewhat quite the mess destination does not matter just the getting to the car makes me madder than a hatter shouting loud declaring war all the "mommy mommy MOMMY!" tends to make me lose my head one more task I find unfinished and I'm going back to bed find your shoes and clean your room and don't forget to get the light hurry up or we"ll be late this mommy tends to get uptight I don't mean to make you nervous I don't want to see you cry just remember, mommy loves you (and you're much too young to die)
