Currently walking around this house, there is a little girl wearing a onesie. For the uninitiated, a onesie is just that. An outfit that covers the entire body of the one wearing it. Last night I was gloriously woken once more from a sound sleep with the cry of a little girl, begging for me to take her to the bathroom. It was one of those scenes out of a scary movie where the woman jumps up from a laying position to a sitting position, and all but yelling out, "What?!" I would be that woman. I merely muttered a "okay I'm coming!" in my half awake state, still haven't fully sure I was even awake at that time. My precious little girl has had a problem with nighttime diarrhea and I have to wonder if as a momma, I shall ever sleep a full night's sleep again. This I pondered as I stood outside in the freezing cold weather after having stripped my snot of her clothes and allowed her to wander in complete and utter darkness as I stood watch ov...
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