STUMBLING THROUGH MIDDLE AGE, GRACEFULLY (ish)
SEISMIC SHIFTS
The day we left the hospital after giving birth to our oldest I cried. I cried when they rolled me out the front door of the hospital. I cried when I got in the car. I cried as my husband buckled our little bundle of joy into their car seat. I cried all the way home. Granted the drive home was roughly one mile, but still.
I was exhausted and beyond overwhelmed.
JUST BE NICE
RULES OF THE ROAD
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