It's a new school year. Fourth grade. Nine years. Half grown. You are spectacular.
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The Truth of the Matter
I yell at my kids. I get short with my husband. I feel like pulling my hair out at least once a day (usually around 5:15 pm *grin*) but I wouldn't change it for the world. These people complete me.
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