on finding the wherewithal to just sit there...
Hello!
It’s 85 degrees at 9 am and twin #1 is standing in the shallow end of the pool in his life jacket saying, “The pool smells bad.”
How’s your morning?!
My husband and kids have recovered from Covid, the fumigator came twice this week because I found a tarantula on twin #2’s “day blanket” (see 85 degrees), and I’m on my fourth fake Agatha Christie book…
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