Chapter Thirteen“Mommy. I have to go pee-pee.”
“Mommy!!! I have to go pee-pee.”
“Moooommeeeeeee! I HAVE to go pee-peeeeeee!”
“MOMMY!!!!”
A tiny and increasingly urgent toddler voice carries through the baby monitor, breaking the silence, and abruptly kicking me straight in the a*s so that I’m upright, running down the hall and picking up speed faster than a Hellcat can go 0 to 60mph.
“f**k meeeeee.” is all I can mumble.
During my semi-conscious sprint, I take note that the guest room door is still closed, allowing the butthead to ignore all parental responsibilities and sleep in. I make it to her room before the fifth request for “Mommy”, escort her to the potty, and then climb back in bed for early morning snuggles.
It’s funny how my body is able to physically respond when it knows
