The Death of Me

My daughter is going to be the death of me. She's an intense little person and you never have to wonder where you stand with her. And she's loud. She's loud-happy, loud-sad, loud-angry. And she's going to be the death of me. By that I mean that the need for "me time" is going to start dying away. The need for my goals to be accomplished is going to die away and somehow after the death of these things will arise a better mommy who is much more willing to stop doing what I want to do in order to do what she needs me to do. And that's a good thing, but death is always painful and I'm still dying now.