The hardest thing I’ve done in my life is live through the every day. It’s mundane. It’s sloppy. And it’s hard. I want to be all like “Yay! Cherish the moments!” but secretly inside, I want to crawl away to a quite home where there are no little ones to constantly peck me to death.
My little sister has seen me at my very worst, because, well… I tend to show up at her doorstep at my very worst. Like a few weeks ago when I showed up with disgusting children, mascara tears streaming down my face, and begged her for a wee bit of shampoo so that I could