So I had a rough night last night, but at least I could find some humor in the situation. At first I thanked god that my husband didn’t catch me crabwalking out of our youngest daughter’s bedroom early this morning. Then I began plotting ways to get even with him and her for me having to do it in the first place.
MISERY IS KEY TO STRESS REDUCTION
THE MILESTONES THAT REALLY MATTER
LETTING GO AT THE DAYCARE