Wow, this week just keeps getting worse. Had two shitty, bad-news emails in a row this afternoon — guess vacation is really over — and I think I can say with some level of certainty that we are full-up on lemons, thank you!
I don’t know how she knew I needed it — I’ve become quite the expert at hiding the dark unrest in my soul from Greta these days — but she sat up while I was changing her, put her hands on my cheeks and told me: “It’s OK, Daddy. I love you, Dada.” and then kissed me. Sweetest. Thing. Ever. Totally made my day. So, I say, fuck the lemonade-making…sweet baby kisses for everyone!
Stay-at-home-Yeti 
Of course, now that I have totally written off lemonade-making, I must admit that, honestly, I have been working hard to turn some of these lemons into lemonade. It just sucks and I kinda hate doing it, but, hey…what else am I gonna do with all these fucking lemons? 🙂
Love this post! Nothing like a child telling you “It is okay”. One day my little girl came up to me and wiped the tears from my eyes.. kids are truly amazing. 🙂