I go to bed alone. I wake up with a couple children plastered to my body. This is my life.
They’re girls, so they wake up talking. And by “talking” I mean: Asking Questions.
“What are we doing today?” If I had a nickle for every time I heard that…
This morning my eyes were still glued shut when I heard G. ask in an accusatory tone:
“Did you eat the cornbread?”
FYI: I never touched the cornbread.
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Ha ha. Brilliant. My life is the same. 730 onwards I’m alone. 630am onwards I have knees in my back, legs across my chest and questions here there and everywhere.