
As you can see by the title of this post, that I am going crazy. This is Evy's mission! I remember looking at my sweet Evy baby in the hospital thinking about all the fun we would have and what a great Mom I would be. But I fear that I am failing. I know that this is not rational, it is emotional. I love my sweet girl to death. Heaven knows she is hilarious. She is a great bis sister. And she is there to give me a hug when I need one. But sometimes... and when I say sometimes, I really mean quite frequently... she makes me want to pull my hair out!! It seems like these past couple of weeks have been really bad. I have no idea what I am doing and I don't think she does either. I love her, I tell her I love her, I show her I love her, but does she know? I'm not so sure. My voice is at a very high decibel all day long, telling her to not do that, or go do that or go in time out or go wipe your bum! Really I am tired of hearing myself! I just hope that in the end I get points for trying my hardest. So here's to Evy!!!... her father's daughter :)