Here I stand..in the light of day...
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For those with children or for those who just live on planet Earth, you know that the subsequent lyric finishing the title is that the cold never bothered her anyway. I wish I was as resilient, independent, strong, beautifully proportioned and stylish as that Elsa chick, but then again, she never had a toddler. You think you're stressed now Elsa? So "here I lie, and here I disintegrate. Let the screaming rage on...I've now become immune to it anyway." Is how I think the lyrics would probably go if Elsa had a kid and sang about that. Let me tell you about yesterday. Background: My husband has gone back to the UK to sort out some stuff and obtain a work visa before moving back here semi permanently. Pickle has had ups and downs. But the downs have become more difficult for me to navigate, as I have had a taste of what it's like to be a single parent. We prepared her of course, I did everything right, or so I thought; I bought a globe and an airplane, I showed her