I always dreamed of babies. The way they settle just right in your arms, the tiny dimples in their fingers, the heady smell of powder on their silky skin. And after eight babies in 16 years.......
Now I dream of napping
I dream of napping
Thursday, March 11, 2010
And THIS is what happens when you tell a child that the dishwasher is full and that they must wash the pots and pans by hand.
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