But before this whole day went down Disaster Lane, she had one very thoughtful comment. I'm holding onto it, along with the last fiber of my sanity.
We were on the way out for a few errands. I asked her if she wanted a cup of milk for the car and she asked if she could have some chocolate milk. I wasn't opposed to the request but it surprised me because she hadn't asked for chocolate milk in weeks, so I asked her why?
Mommy, it's because chocolate is really comfy in my mouth.
You know? It's comfy in my mouth, too. And after today I deserve some. Instead of milk maybe I'll just mix it with vodka.