While the other girl stumbles around with a pitiful look on her face and has mastered this:
After getting G to preschool in the morning, I'm going to put on the new robe my mom made for my birthday, drink a second cup of coffee, and snuggle with my sickie. At least that's what I'll hope for, knowing by now that there really isn't any point in having a plan during this phase of life.
Sweet dreams!
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