Mommy isn't sure what to say about our day, her mind is drawing a blank. She slammed her face into the sidewalk on her morning run. We spent the day making sure she was alright.
She's fine. Just looks bad.
He's fine. He thinks he should get to stay
home with Mommy tomorrow. Nope.
She wants to rest for a few hours between
drop off and pick up time.
(Sleep tight, Mommy hopes she can
sleep tight tonight.)