Feeling good about the options ahead of me job-wise.
Kids are great but I manage to raise my voice at one of them who has been pushing my buttons all day. I'm not the kitchen type so to make meals for them 2 days in a row is a chore. My middle one grunts and groans when she sits down to the pasta I've prepared. I give it a little yell and tell her she's ungrateful and spoiled. She apologizes in tears. She knows where I stand now.
Keep drinking water because drymouth sets in.
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