Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Old toast

There is perpetually a slice of old toast in my toaster. And usually a cup of cold coffee in the microwave. And often I stumble downstairs at midnight (after falling asleep at 8 putting both babes to sleep) and scarf down a bowl of kix since dinner and sometimes lunch was skipped or half eaten.

I think this means I'm a mother.

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