I'll admit. I'm a mom on the edge. My sanity is goin' south. Tonight I tried to beat my son to death with the only weapon handy. What I was holding when I snapped? A large bag of miniature marshmallows.
I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floatin' around accidental-like on a breeze. But I, I think maybe it's both, maybe both happening at the same time.
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