So when the Toddler dramatically spills himself upon the staircase with his blankie & starts groaning,
“MOMMMMMMM… GO BEDDDDDDDDD….”
He’s just a precious sleepy angel.
But when I dramatically spill myself upon the staircase & beg for bed,
I’m just an embarrassing lightweight.
Apparently having 2 1/2 glasses of wine & a lack of depth perception causing me to skid down the entire flight of stairs like a god damn bowling ball is not as cute as the whiney Toddler.
I call discrimination!