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When you’re feeling down…
When you’re feeling down…

When you’re feeling down…

Mornings are not my best time. Ideally, the boys would get themselves cleaned up and fed and leave me the heck alone until about 9, when I’m considerably more human. Alas, it is not to be. So I try to get them cleaned and fed so that by the time I sit down to breakfast I can have relative silence. Breakfast, coffee, and the paper do wonders to get me ready for the day. And today I read the most amazing article. You can find it here. I guarantee you’ll feel better about…well…everything. That love could survive like that…it’ll put a smile on your face and a tear in your eye.

4 Comments

  1. I love you’re Obama t-shirt. I hate weekday mornings, too. My husband goes into work at 6:30 am, so it’s all up to me to get them out the door, and the just love to drag … it …. out. Ethan has to be at school at 7:40 am, too, which can make mornings a real biter.

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