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*POP*
I sit and silently seethe. It’s been an astronomically and intensely trying day from the very beginning. The toddler is in a mood, about everything, the older beastie isn’t helping.
*POP*
I’m trying to keep it together but he’s not even here, so I’m wrangling them both, along with the housework and cooking on my own. I hit a limit.
*POP*
I made sure the kids were safe, the oven was off with the incinerated remains of dinner cooling top.
*POP*
I’m sitting on the climbing frame. I have bubble-wrap.
*POP*
“Nick, love? Wine or hugs first?”
Charlie’s home!
