It’s Not Even 8:30 a.m.

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…And I’m drowning in dishes and laundry, the kitchen floor is covered in a mixture of cat food, spilled water, and play dough crumbs, and I’ve already made one of my children cry.  I woke up with a massive headache and a vague sense of dread for the day ahead.

Lord help us.

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And please let there be some optimism at the bottom of this mug.

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5 thoughts on “It’s Not Even 8:30 a.m.

  1. Are you sure you’re not at my house right now? Cuz that is EXACTLY what’s going on over here….hahaha. Here’s to a better day than morning, right?!?

  2. Bless your heart! I’m already dreading all the cleaning I’m going to have to do after work tonight to get everything tidy before my weekend trip… turns out when you make time for a little exercise and cooking every night, you leave less time for cleaning. Skeery.

    You got this!

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