When you were pregnant with your second child, you thought it would be a much smoother ride than with your daughter. You were more experienced, and knew what you were doing. Oh, how you were wrong..

Your daughter didn’t understand that you were exhausted and dealing with a bunch of hormones, not to mention getting the house ready for a new baby. All she knew was that she wanted to play, all day every day.

Simon did his best to stay active with her, but she wanted her mommy. Sure, you still played with her. But not for a long time as sitting on the ground for too long to play with her made you cramp up. And that upset her to hell.

Today was especially rough. You were stressed with getting packages with baby stuff in time, your hormones were going berserk, and you daughter was just begging for someone to play with. Simon was sat next to you at the dining table, scrolling through his phone as he bounced his leg anxiously. You were on your laptop, looking through an online shopping website. You daughter was standing at your side, holding some dolls.

“Mommy, mommy! Let’s go play! Come onnnn…” She begged, grabbing on your shirt and pulling it.