Tonight when we came home from the gym I had a crying son who was hungry, a daughter who kept asking for strawberries and supper to fix. In times like this the mess and dirt of the house seems to scream at me from all sides closing me in.
With Ruth still whining for strawberries and the baby crying in the background, I turned to Brian and said, "She's got to go."
Sound familiar?
Ha ha ha. I don't know how you do it all!
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