Tonight Carson yelled at Davis that he didn't like him and he wasn't his friend anymore because he smelled like pickles. How I wish I could have used that one when I was working...
Once upon a time I enjoyed sleeping in, I took great vacations and loved relaxing with good friends...now I enjoy little sleep, few vacations and even fewer moments of silence when the little people are not screaming, needing help or hanging off of me. And, while there are moments each day I miss the life before the screams, I would not change a thing...except maybe the sleep part.
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