I just couldn't do it

I just couldn't get out of bed this morning, immediately jump into a shower, change a poopy diaper and rush my daughter through breakfast to get out the door.

I just couldn't hold her down, making her put shoes on, while simutaneously try not to tear or wrinkle my work clothes.

I just couldn't refuse reading her a book because I had to get ready for work.

I just couldn't shut her television show off when she just got into it and make her put her coat on drag her to the car and strap her down into her car seat.

I just couldn't drop her off at daycare while she cried out "mommy" and run out the door and off to the train.

So, instead I decided to get her out of her crib, put her in my bed, where we laid for awhile and sang songs.

I made us scrambled eggs and toast, we ate the butter off the top first. We watched her favorite television show, cuddled up on the couch, our heads on a pillow, breathing in unison.

We took a bath, we blew bubbles, we napped and ran through the grass barefoot. We had ice pops in the afternoon, smelled the flowers and collected rocks.

Those things I could do, all day long, with my sweet daughter while I was supposed to be at work.

Shhh! Don't tell my boss.