I'm going to try really hard not to turn this blog into a whinefest dumping ground. I really am.
The kids are fluttering around DH like lovebugs around a fire. E is hanging on him and hugging him and Q won't move far off either. Think they missed their daddy?
I held it together pretty good today until DH told me the cost for repairing our van was going to be over 1K. O.M.G. That was (apparently) the broken straw that unleashed my tears. So I destressed a little and am empty and ready to fill up again, which I'm sure will happen soon. Wait - I promised I wasn't going to whine.
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