The Gruffalo Grumble
So here’s the deal.
I’m finally in bed and it’s 1:21 AM. I just spent the last nearly two hours folding probably seven loads of laundry - the condo in Miami doesn’t have a washing machine in the unit, so it costs me around 5$ per load and I refuse to pay. So, build up a week’s worth of six people’s clothes and a house to care for on top of four children all alone...and hello 1AM every time.
What I really wanted to write about tonight was the absolutely insanely incredible and most thoughtful and adorable and treasured (you getting my drift?!) gift I’ve maybe ever seen in my life, given to my tank of a two-year-Old.
But there’s a lot of words and photos that go into the gift and so by motherhood sanity necessity, it shall wait until tomorrow when I’m not staying up until 1 doing housework since I FINISHED ALL SEVEN LOADS TONIGHT.
Oh and yeah, all four kids are sleeping in my bedroom this week. It’s great. No really. It IS actually great and definitely my preference when Daddy is gone.
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