Dear Anja

I know I'm a bad mother. I know I put my own needs before yours. I know that it's important that you have good naps during the day and sleep well at night.

But my head is POUNDING and I can't stand it anymore, so I'm going to go into the kitchen while you are asleep (ironic) and brew a small pot of coffee. Then I will drink it. And when you're older, you'll understand, because even though your daddy won't let you date boys until you're 25 (or older) and even though we aren't going to let you get your drivers license (ever) you'll always be allowed all the coffee your little heart desires.

Love,
Mommy