I love this job of mine, staying home and raising my kids. Sometimes I yell too much. Some days I'm too frustrated and we can't make any progress. Some nights I burn dinner and struggle to make everything work out ok. But sometimes it all goes right.
This job breaks my heart every day, and that's a good thing. I think that means I just might be doing it right enough.
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