Don't mind me, I'm just going to sit here looking at this photo and taking loooooots of deep breaths.
That child. THAT CHILD. She looks so darn adorable and sweet and innocent in that photo, but she spent the day attempting to murder every last one of my nerves.
She started by trashing the kitchen. For reasons beyond my comprehension, the kid is obsessed with melting chocolate and dipping stuff in it. She's terrible at the whole process and while she manages to do it safely (yay, microwaves!), she ends up with chocolate goop absolutely EVERYWHERE.
The Big Kid spent most of her spare time cleaning the kitchen yesterday, FWIW. She was positively delighted to find her sister had ruined her hard work.
Once the kitchen was trashed, Mila moved on to new forms of chaos. Mostly it involved emptying her closet all over the house. I certainly needed a trail of tiny sundresses spread all through the house, and WOW did Mila deliver.
And then came two hours in the car with the Tiny Terror. Alexis had dance and Mila needed to ride with me because of the timing of it all, and ZOMG MILA TALKED AND SANG THE ENTIRE FREAKIN TIME. Her song of choice was Meghan Trainor's "Me Too" which was swell because Mila only knows the chorus. She sang said chorus at least 9871039812438197501 times.
I now want to do evil things to Meghan Trainor, even though I know it's not entirely her fault.
So basically Mila did all of the little things to destroy me, and now I'm going to stare at cute pictures of her because they don't make noise and maybe I can forget how frustrated I was all day.
Maybe.