I cry. I shake. My mind tumbles into despair, spinning. Suddenly, I come good. I bustle around doing dishes, chopping vegetables, folding laundry. Singing. Another hour goes by, my toddler decides to crack the shits and so do I. And the tears flow again. Just. So. Thoroughly. Exhausted.
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