Below is what I discovered when I moved her bed.
A few things you can't see in the photo:
That purple plaid backpack is crammed full of things I asked her to clean up one day.
A hamburger bun shoved between the pages of a notebook.
An entire container of French fries.
A YA novel "glued" shut with a grape Jolly Rancher.
I'm so tired. My body is aching.
I'm sitting down with a cocktail. Self-medication is real and it is amazing.
Also real and amazing? Motherly love. Only motherly love could keep me from whipping a certain someone's ass today.