ISABELLE

The chaos this morning seemed to get on my nerves and it was just morning.

Just morning of what seemed like a long day.

Leonard was on his high chair, crying, his tiny hands slapping the tray of mashed potatoes he was supposed to eat.

While I tried to feed him.

“Come on,baby, just a little more”, I said, , holding the spoon out like it was some kind of peace offering.

He turned his head away, crying so loud that they could probably hear three houses away.

I sighed, placiny the spoon down and wiping the potato that had landed on my wrist while he was protesting away....