time for a beer
I'm so glad my husband doesn't work this late every night. He just called to tell me to go to bed. Work is winding down and he's heading out for a beer with coworkers. It's well deserved. Nonetheless, I'm lonely. J is beginning to wimper in his sleep.
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imagine taking care of your kids, entirely by yourself, for two and a half years.
yeharr
I don't know how you do it. More than that, I don't know how you do it and stay sane.
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