Have you ever been elbow-deep in dishes, ten-hours into your workday, and just started crying?
Must be just me, then.
I’ve done that. Usually it’s because I’m the opening driver and then we get hit with a big dinner rush and half the other drivers call in and I end up staying till my shift stretches 12 or 13 hours. At the end of it I cry out of sheer exhaustion and frustration.
Um yeah…but try dirty cloth diapers that somehow missed the washing machine as you go to dump them in.
Yes. Having a newborn will do that, too.
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