THE LONGEST DAY | 366 | 62
These are the days I don’t ask for. Days when a seven year old can’t get her way. Days when she needs her space, or maybe when I need my own space before a melt down begins. I let her cool off by herself and think what could of, should of or would of happened. Here is how I find her when she refuses to sleep in her usual spot. At least she has the company.