It has been one of those days. We all have then, but some days I'm sure Brian comes home and wonders just exactly WHAT I did all day. Today, I don't even know. I am sure, however, that it is Brian's genetic contribution that renders our children nudists. Yes, even in the snow. Britt wears shorts all year long. "Britton, you cannot go outside without your jacket and snow pants on." "But Moooooooom, I was gonna put on my boots." As if that is enough. I sent him to his room to recover from his fit. Snow pants and jackets aren't the only thing thing that send him into fits. Pants. Socks. Shoes. Shirts. They rub, feel weird, constrict, bother, irritate. Sometimes the daily battle just gets you down. I also forgot to take meat out for dinner. And when my husband walked in? he declared that the house smelled funny. I used a different soap to mop the floor, I said. No, he declared walking into the kitchen, I'm pretty sure it's dinner.hmmmph.
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