Fence, Grass, Green.
Sometimes, I hang out with her wishing she would go down for a nap so that I could have some selfish time. And then other times, I sit wishing she'd wake up so that we could hang together.
Crazy life.
Crazy life.
Previously: The rants and ramblings of a stubborn, sarcastic, opinionated, romantic cynic. Now basically: Little snippets of my life with a preschooler and a school-aged kid.
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