It was the last weekend we had Yaya slash Helper Laila, and that's the last time I get to enjoy my me-time at the salon without worrying about my little man. But Monday came and everything turns upside down-down, she left. And all is left with me, honestly it is hard. Good thing Travis's a good boy, (the Mom here speaking) I could just dump all his toys and play with him on the bed, we danced to J Lo's On the Floor and Katy Perry's Peacock, oh, you must really see how he dance.
But when he ends up crying, I'll pause, look at him and do funny faces just to cheer him up. I may not have long, longer patience when he cries, but thanks to food and his bicycle, we're both relieved.
Just then I am thankful for Gelatissimo, for giving me the umph, aaaaah, whew over the weekend that I really need. A gelato saved the weekend, can I have one again next weekend and this time with the Husband?