Mornings at my house start out calm and peaceful, but by 7:00 a.m. someone is yelling or crying and my stress level is a 9. It seems that no matter how I try to plan, how early I get the kids to bed, it just has no bearing on how slow they will move, how difficult it will be to find "THE JEANS" that go just right with"THE SWEATSHIRT" that hasn't seen a washing machine in days...
TGIF
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