Today will come and go in a heartbeat. And whether work feels like it lasts 243 hours or 30 minutes, the moments you have with the boys are so fleeting. Slow down for them. The dishes will get done. They are not paying attention to whether the sink is full of dishes or the dryerContinue reading “Dear Future Me: A Letter About Today”
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Too Much Laundry, Not Enough Wine 