Perspective

For those of you who know me, know I'm kind of a neat freak. Everything has to be just so, frames and decorations in just the right spot. Things turned 43 degrees and facing perfectly out the window, etc. All items in my kitchen, and cabinets must be with labels facing forward (think Sleeping with the Enemy), all doors must be pushed completely open, etc. I say to hell with all that.  If any of you could see the condition of my house right now, you would be astonished. Stuff everywhere, and for the first time in my life I DON'T CARE!!!!!

All I want is my baby back, all I want is to hear her say "Hi Mommy, good mooring." All I want is to ask her what she wants for breakfast, and to see her little mind thinking and to heat her sweet voice say something like, "Yogurt peach, please." All I want is to hear her request her all time favorite, "Watch Mickey Mouse, please Mommy." All I want is to see her give Kama and Zoe good morning kisses. All I want is to hear her sweet little voice as she is looking out the window saying "Look Mommy, birdie flying in the sky." All I want is to hear her say, "Cover boobies Mommy," as I'm getting dressed. All I want is her to...can't anymore....tears covering keyboard!