Tomorrow is AB's first day of preschool. Tonight, while I was preparing to leave work, I texted my husband, who happened to be walking to the market with her to pick her up some snacks for tomorrow and grab us pasta makings. I volunteered to swing by Target on my way home and pick her up a backpack, and of course, a first day outfit!

Today, Joey Feek, a Country Singer who was diagnosed with terminal cancer, passed away. Her only wish before she passed was that she make it long enough to celebrate her daughter's second birthday. She did. And you know what else she did? She continued to make meals, even if it meant sitting in a recliner chair while her family placed the ingredients around her. She continued to soak up every last minute she'd ever have. She made sure she gave her daughter one last kiss.

"No."

**** Beast mode activated ****

You all know what beast mode is. Even you, sanctimommy, who's going to pretend like you don't because you have the perfect child because you're the perfect mom. Also, I refer to it as beast mode and I'm quite confident that it won't break my delicate little snowflake's psyche for life, so spare me.

What is beast mode?

I've decided that today I'm going to act like a toddler because they have it pretty good.

I'm going to start my morning screaming, just for shits. Because I can. I'm also going to take everything from my crib and throw it onto the floor so my people know I mean business. Sometimes I'm faking it, but right now, I'm being totally serious.