It is taking every ounce of my self control to not run into the kitchen and inspect each pan before it's hung back up on the rack. They never clean anything well and everything gets put back without being dried.
Cringe.
(I think they've left the kitchen so I can go check the dishes now.)
*This would have been an essay on the single mother's identity crisis and her three obsessive bedfellows: doubt, guilt and anxiety but I have a sinus infection and can't talk smart.
*This would have been an essay on the single mother's identity crisis and her three obsessive bedfellows: doubt, guilt and anxiety but I have a sinus infection and can't talk smart.
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