Motherhood is Cray

The baby is just hanging around in a cloth diaper and socks because she had just peed through her diaper and her clothes and I could only get her into a fresh diaper because I was changing her while on a conference call for work. It was supposed to her nap time, but she refused to nap and talked through the call.
I have the utmost respect for work-at-home moms. I could not do this long term. I'd lose my mind.  
I'm exhausted because she woke up at 4:45am and wouldn't go back to sleep until 6am. 
Hubs and I joke that she runs the house and we're just her servants. Which, although a joke, is basically true. I've taken to calling us "male servant" and "female servant."
Male servant, throw me up and down until I giggle uncontrollably. 
Female servant, pick up my toys so I can throw them around all over again. 
Toddlers are cray. Parenthood is cray. As Hubs says, it's my favorite inconvenience. It's all worth it for this smile: 

Note: cray = crazy, but without the Z ;-)