“Dear God, how many hours until bedtime?” I mutter from my prone position on the playroom floor as Legos bounce off of my head.
And
how long have I been doing this, anyway? I’m home with the kids today,
and my husband left for work at 7:30, so it’s been eight hours (not all
of them involved being pummeled by Legos, but still).Continue reading.
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