Ta-Daaaaa!!

It was just like any other day.  Big sister was at school, little monkey was home with me.  Little Monkey is what we call a velcro child, and was particularly sticky that day.  It was one of those days where you really just want a second to think, not play blocks, not play hide and seek, not read one of those charming children's books, not talk about which My Little pony is the silliest, just take a pee, read a book, listen to some music.
That was not happening at all.  It was like a horror movie.  A super adorable but infuriating horror movie.  Everywhere I turned, there she was.  Everywhere I looked, I was greeted with a chubby, dirty little fist waving at me. 

I tried everything.  I tried doing laundry ("Let me help you, Mommy!")  I tried cooking "OOOH, LET ME HELP YOU MOMMY!")  I tried letting the Aquabats entertain her for a few minutes.  Then, I snuck off to the bathroom.

It's Like This...all the time.

Now, as every mom knows, the bathroom is one of the few times in life when you should be left alone but you never will be.  "This time will be different" I told myself as I locked the door, and sat down. 
I noticed the silence first-as in the TV had been turned off.  Then the door flew open and my sweet, adorable, cloying, clinging daughter made jazz hands and said "Ta-Daa!!!!  Don't worrry, Mommy!  I'm here!" and laughed.  You know what?  I did, too.  It is one of my favorite days to look back on, and we actually had a blast for the rest of the day.  I gave in, I let her cling, and then, after lunch, she looked at me, smiled and said "I need to go take a nap.  I'm worn out."  She got her nap, I got some time to myself, and it was everything I had hoped it would be.