Sometimes the sound of my children's voices is comparable to nails on a chalk board.
Sometimes I think that if I could just run away and be alone for a couple of days, everything would be okay.
Sometimes I have to settle for screaming at the top of my lungs inside the garage where no one will hear me.
Can anyone relate?
2 comments:
Yes, yes, yes. I'm there. Let's go somewhere warm.
not at all. ;0) if you guys go somewhere warm pick me up on the way!
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