I am not one to cry. I didn't do it when I was pregnant - not something I do. Or, I should say, not something I did. I have had to fight back tears almost every week since Halloween.
It isn;t that anything is an outrageous request - but this little piddly one and that little piddly one and this little piddly one add up to a load that is overwhelming.
I am overwhelmed.
I wonder if I could just turn into a babbling idiot and get disability? It has worked for others.
Making mudpies sounds wonderful.
‘Reading with Patrick’ — in class and jail
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