It is 10:15 a.m. Both children have been screaming non-stop since 7:30 a.m. There has been a total breakdown of order and authority and the best I can do at this point is watch in shock and awe and pray for it all to be over.
The more the baby cries, the faster the snot drips out of his nose and the redder his eyebrows get.
My daughter is rolling on the floor making sounds previously unknown to man and screaming "I want my daddy." Me too, sister, me too.
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