Naptime. A time of the day that only mother's can truly appreciate. A seeming oasis in the desert (or in my case, a break from the steady stream of tantrums, crying and general cheeky behavior that lately has forced me to remind myself to "breathe"). And while i need to do laundry so I can pack for yet another trip to Chesapeake for what will hopefully be our last court hearing against our previous jack wagon landlord, instead I'm enjoying this as my lunch/I survived treat.
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