She wears me thin.
You wouldn't think one child could do that.
... but she does.
I have to repeat myself... and then address her personally.
She is on the floor... and under my desk... and on someone else's desk... and sharpening her pencil... and taking someone else's scissors... and gluing someone else's paper... and... and... and...
All within the time that it takes for me to turn my back.
I know I shouldn't turn my back.
I sometimes wish I did have eyes in the back of my head.
All of that every day.
Yep. That's why I get up every morning... and give a little one the constant attention she needs.