My boys are slowly killing my soul with their tantrums. This morning, after tantrum number four (thrown by child number three), I walked around Wal-Mart like a zombie and wished I could cry.
For some reason I was finally able to start when I hit the parking lot and loaded groceries into my car.
Who's that crazy lady in yoga pants, crying while she loads her Danimals and Coke Zero?
And so.
For lunch.
An individual sized chocolate chip cookie, my coping mechanism of choice this fine afternoon.
I feel better already.
For some reason I was finally able to start when I hit the parking lot and loaded groceries into my car.
Who's that crazy lady in yoga pants, crying while she loads her Danimals and Coke Zero?
And so.
For lunch.
An individual sized chocolate chip cookie, my coping mechanism of choice this fine afternoon.
I feel better already.
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