OCD Little Jurls

Sam has been an angel this week. Of course, we're all still living without television (until her bedtime) which is a painful sacrifice, but worth it. Last night she talked me into climbing inside her play house (no small feat for a woman with birthing hips) for a puppet show with a Scarlett O'Hara barbie and a Little Mermaid jewelery box (don't ask). After the 45 second puppet show she put her sticky little arms around my neck and declared, "I can't get enough Momma! Can't get enough!"

Isn't that just too sweet? And isn't that just too irritating? And she ain't lying, I'm that kid's favorite person despite my screaming, time-out giving, and accidentally throwing toys away, parenting style. It's a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I get more cuddle bug time with her than anyone and she genuinely enjoys the pleasure of my company (that's more than I can say for other members of our household). A curse because she is up my ass 24/7 and anything in your ass for that extended amount of time is bound to be an irritant. Anyone know a good hemorrhoid doctor? I need to have a four year old removed....