nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...
I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, just trying to parent my kids this week. Oy vey!
Throw in some possible PMS, and some mental distress and some autism and all I want to do is RUN AWAY!
I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, just trying to parent my kids this week. Oy vey!
Throw in some possible PMS, and some mental distress and some autism and all I want to do is RUN AWAY!
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