Ok, fine. There's an empty bag that used to contain Sour Patch Kids in my purse as we speak.
I get that in theory it's not that hard, but I can't sew on a button or fix a hem.
Brynna made up her own language, and I don't think it's cute. It drives me nuts.
I organize the sippy cup cabinet regularly and fantasize about the day I don't have a whole cabinet of sippy cups.
When Brynna bounded in at 7am on Saturday and demanded chocolate milk, I considered pushing her off the bed.
I curse him in my head a little when David gets to pee (or shower or do anything else in the bathroom) alone.
I save my To Do list for days when Brynna is home so that on school days I can do absolutely nothing.
When David travels, Brynna and I eat Mac & Cheese the whole time.
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