- I enjoy how a child can put a simple spin on something. Sometimes we tend to forget how young Chloe really is because she acts so much older. I have to remind myself she’s two and try to speak on her level. When we don’t, she usually adjusts accordingly. Yesterday we took Chloe down the Easter aisle at Walmart and Ben proceeded to tell her about Easter and why we celebrated it. He told her Jesus was crucified, that he died on the cross for our sins, but then rose from the dead. He told her we celebrate Easter because “Jesus is risen.” I asked her today why we celebrate Easter and she replied “Cause Jesus fell down, but then he rised up again.” I’m assuming she didn’t understand the word crucifixion, but knew Jesus got hurt somehow, and falling down is how she usually gets hurt. I couldn’t help but smile.
- When my husband was home for a lunch break we watched a funny TV show together. It’s more of a man show, with clips of people doing silly stunts and inevitably bashing their faces or crouch region in the process. I had control of the remote, but purposely put the show on because I knew he found it highly amusing. As I said before, true love is relinquishing control of the remote. Anyway, as the show got going he just laughed and laughed. It was a hearty, out loud cackle that I just love to hear. I can’t help but smile when he laughs. It just makes me feel content, full. While you should never let your own happiness rely on the mood of others, something about being completely and totally in love with another human being makes their joy somehow become a part of you. It’s like it can’t help but bubble over out of them and seep into you. Love somehow makes you a partner of each others’ emotions.
- I recently commented on my toddler not wanting to hug me. Well, today she showed me plenty of times when she needs my loving. Of course, when she first wakes up she calls out, “hold me!” When it was time for me to walk out the door and go to a class at work, leaving her with a sitter, she cried out “hold me!” When she gets in trouble she wants me to hold her. After having rocked the baby to sleep, I found her in the living room chair with an open bottle of nail polish. She had painted her hands, legs, and face. She started bawling when she knew she had been caught. She had built it up in her mind how much trouble she was gonna be in. I didn’t have to punish her at all. She did it to herself. And of course, she cried “hold me!” When I was in the middle of dinner, preparing 4 things simultaneously, she tugged on my shirt, stating “hold me!” It’s a given that whenever the baby cried, she begged “hold me!” And the thing is, 9 out of 10 times, I did, almost right away. Yeah, I made her wait a bit after the nail polish fiasco.
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- I had a moment of absolute terror this morning. Bailey slept for an almost 6 hour stretch last night. I awoke at 3:30 am and went to check on her. Her head was cocked strangely to the side, pale and motionless. I touched her face and it was cold as ice. My heart jumped into my throat, as I momentary thought my child was dead. It was probably only a split second before she moved her head after I had touched it, but the fraction of time where I thought I had lost her was unexplainably horrible. I don’t think it had been helped by someone at work yesterday who spoke about a family member’s baby passing away from SIDS. That is like the worst word you can utter around the Mom of an infant. I cannot fathom losing a child, and don’t like to think about it. My heart hurts for those who have lost their babies, no matter the age. Bailey was sleeping so soundly that I surprised myself by not scooping her up right then. I walked back down the hall and prayed to God to take care of her. A Mother could stay awake all night with fearful concern for their baby. I gave my fears to Him this morning. But I’ll admit that when Bailey woke on her own 30 minutes later, I was more than eager and pleased to take her into my arms.
- I’ve had a nice Monday, as usual. Bailey woke me up early and she and I spent some quiet time together this morning while the others slept. It was really nice to giggle with her without a well meaning but jealous two year old crawling between us. After about a hour and a half of playing, she fell back asleep. I had exactly 5-10 minutes by myself. Like any Mom who is allowed some private time, I chose to spend it in the bathroom (by myself I will add a second time!). Five minutes into my quality time with myself, my toddler tip-toed into the bathroom and climbed onto my lap while I was on the commode. She whispered, “I didn’t wake Daddy.” For the billionth time I thought “lucky dog!” Instead of my long, hot, relaxing soak, I drew us a luke warm bath to share. Any melancholy I felt over my dashed dream of alone time was forgotten and replaced with pride when I took off Chloe’s pajamas and saw she had slept all night in panties and they were dry. It’s the small things in life.
- Today we had a joint Birthday party for my sexy man and my Aunt Paula. Paula’s Birthday was last week and Ben’s is next week. Since Ben and I get only one day off together each week, we have to cram everything into our sacred Mondays. This is one reason that I still had containers of Christmas stuff sitting in my dining room. It’s been needing to go to the shed, but is much too heavy for me to haul. That leaves it to Ben to do on a Monday, but I usually have so much already planned for us to do, that moving boxes has taken the back burner. But I am proud to say that today, in March, I finally got my Christmas stuff put away! It’s funny what having company come to your house can force you to do. My man grilled bratwurst and I sautéed onions and peppers to go with them. We had cake and ice cream. Chloe helped Ben open his presents of course. My Sisters were there. The older one I haven’t seen in a while, so that was nice. The younger brought her newborn, and I truly enjoyed watching the ease with which she held her son. My older sister was right when she commented that all of our babies looked like Mom when they slept. So in a way, I suppose Mom was with us today as well. Yes, it was a nice Monday as always. And now I will bid you all farewell as I go to put the kiddos to sleep so I can more closely enjoy the new cologne I got the hubby for his Birthday.
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- This morning I left a few minutes early for work. It wasn’t intentional. It just worked out that way. I was delayed by a train. I’ve shown up at the railroad crossing with a train going by before, but today it was actually stopped. I waited for a while, but it didn’t budge. I resigned to taking a detour. I did fear I might end up being late, but rather than cuss and fuss about it; I thought about it in a different way. All things work together for our good. Perhaps God divinely planned my detour to prevent me some harm. Will I ever know what harm may have tried to come my way? Will I ever even know if the detour was of God or just a coincidence? Well, I don’t believe in the word coincidence, but either way, I will not know the answer to the above question. At least, I won’t know it while I’m on this earth. The thing is, that’s ok. That’s what faith is. It’s giving every aspect of your daily life to God. It’s not always knowing the answers or what God’s specific will or plan may be, but trusting that He has it under control and is working it all together for your good.
- Something has been on my mind lately. I’ve seen some things lately that make this come more to the forefront of my mind. I think that as followers of Christ, we need to be more mindful of demonic influence. Strong words, right?! If you are not a follower of Christ, but just a follower of my blog, this may especially sound odd to you. First, it is not my intention to sound condemning. Rather, if God convicts you with something I’ve been pondering, then this has come across the right way. I believe in Ephesians 6:12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. We must always be on guard against the trickery of satan. I often see things quoted on Facebook that I feel in my spirit to be lies; a self-help happy thought that tells us to draw from the strength of our “inner being”. I see musical performers who are idolizing darkness. I see good people who love Jesus, falling to the influences of the world. I have been there, so I do not judge. But I believe Matthew 12:30 “He who is not with me is against me, and he who does not gather with me scatters.”
- I am afraid that we are allowing ourselves to slowly boil like a frog in the pot. The heat is being turned up slowly and we are oblivious to the destruction happening to our souls. I do not believe there are shades of gray. I used to. I used to thing “well, that’s ok sometimes.” Things must be black and white if anything. I think we can no longer allow ourselves to be wish-washy and tolerant. Don’t misunderstand me. Jesus loves the sinner, but not the sin. We have to start guarding our hearts against evil. We must protect our children from influences that are not of God. We must make a stand. We must pray and seek God. We must ask Him to reveal to us the garbage He wants us to throw out. If something you encounter, watch, listen to, or allow in your homes does not settle or feel right to you, then it’s likely not. We must get our houses in order. I think our Father would like that. I think He would like that very much.
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- Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone had the innocent honesty of a young child. It would certainly make things easier. Criminals would turn themselves in if they were like my daughter. Yesterday I saw a lump of her under the covers. I asked, “Chloe, what are you doing? Are you under there because you’re doing something you shouldn’t be?” A tiny whisper with a tone of defeat replies “yes.” Then when I bought her paints last night at the store, she proudly proclaimed to the cashier, “I’m gonna make a mess!” It might be a better world, but on second thought, if you’ve ever had a kid tell you that you’re fat, then honesty may not be the best policy after all.
- Well, it happened. My little, baby girl hurt my feelings tonight. I know I’m being silly, but I can’t help it. When I went to pick her up, I didn’t get a hug. I barely got acknowledged for that matter. When it was time to leave and go home, she didn’t want to go with me. She cried and ran away. She was more interested in the allure of the iPad. I know it’s silly to be bothered by it, but it made me sad. Does my little girl no longer need her Mommy?! After a hard day at work, I look forward to love from my babies.
- As bedtime grew closer, Chloe and I played together, jumping on the bed and hiding under the covers (yes, I realize that’s not a very good bedtime ritual for eliciting sleep). We had a jolly time. For Chloe, not a harsh word had occurred between us. For Chloe, nothing had gone wrong. Chloe just knows she loves her Mommy, and assumes her Mommy can see it as clearly as she can. Young children don’t know rejection. They can’t fathom such a thing. They know pure, sweet love that is forgiving and never falters despite what may surround it. Isn’t it interesting that the closer you are to the time God fashioned you in the womb, the closer you are to understanding how He wants love to be: unconditional, everlasting, and true. Deep thoughts for bedtime.
- My baby seems to go through cycles with her feeding. These are often called “growth spurts”, but my infant seems to go through them more frequently than what is typically documented in reading materials. So I’ve taken to calling them cycles. She has gone through a cycle this week, where she has been eating a lot. Instead of sleeping a 5 hour stretch at night; this week she nursed at least every two hours at night. She also ate frequently during the day. I’m very sensitive to the supply and demand issue. So if she eats more, I produce more milk. Yesterday, she went back to eating every 2-3 hours during the day and sleeping a long stretch at night. My milk production did not diminish. Therefore, I’ve been like a fire hydrant, sprouting leaks and spraying all over the place. I had to change my pajamas at 3 am and will be washing the sheets today. Bailey takes it all in stride, just holding her mouth open at a distance and catching her dinner. I dreamed last night that my milk curdled in there! It was a nightmare actually. Breastfeeding has its challenges and nuisances, but it is something that I think is best for baby and therefore I will put up with more laundry to achieve. Plus the hubby seems to find the wet t-shirt look amusing.
- Chloe took a power nap earlier. The second she woke up, she was talking. She began describing to me how she couldn’t see when her eyes were closed, but she could see a little with them squinted, and all the way with them open. It’s nonstop. The Duracell bunny concedes defeat in her presence. And she thinks she knows everything. No, really, she said to me this morning “I know everything.” She enjoyed my dinner I made last night and wanted it for breakfast. I explained it was all gone. She argued that with me when she saw a box of bow tie pasta with a bit left in it on the counter. Hard to explain to a 2 year old that fettuccine alfredo doesn’t come out of the box that way, that it must be prepared. She had to chew on a piece of uncooked pasta before she believed me. Then she took the box to her kitchen in her room to cook it properly. Aside from nonstop talking and knowing everything, she’s practicing her anger management. Instead of the usual screaming, she’s taken to telling me “Mommy, I’m mad!” Yesterday when she was skipping around at the party, some men chuckled at her antics. She told me “Mommy, I’m mad!” When I asked why, she responded, “I don’t like when people laugh at me.” If this blog ends up only being a place for me to keep record of her behavior, then it will be well worth my time.
- As I ran around in my front yard with a butterfly net trying to catch snowflakes, I looked up at the other houses to see if anyone was watching me act like a moron. Then I looked at the huge grin on Chloe’s face and decided I didn’t care. I love how something so simple can be so fun to a kid. I love how being with them is infectious and you find yourself enjoying the simple things in life as well. Only a child can make a grown man wear hair bows and drink imaginary tea from a pink cup. I can often get carried away in the tasks of being a parent and wife. If it weren’t for the infectious joy of play I experience with my kids, I might just get lost in the piles of laundry. Instead, Chloe’s imaginative vibrancy is like a lifeboat that pulls me to sanity.
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- I try to understand it, and maybe that’s my problem. Maybe it can’t be explained. Maybe it’s one of those strange phenomenons that just happen. I ask you, why can I no longer be on time for anything? Ahh, but wait. I mentioned last weekend that I manage to get to work on time. Its because I don’t have to take the kids to work with me. I can get up in the wee hours of the morning and pretend I’m a young, single gal again, only having to bathe and dress myself. But when you push the time down later to when those kiddos are about to wake, and then worse, when they do; forget about it! I always dress myself first thinking if I get myself out of the way, I’m saving time. That’s all well and good, until you get stained by pee, poop, spit-up, or all of the above. Then there’s the mood of the child to consider. If you’re staying at home, your child will wake up smiling and singing. If you have somewhere to go, they’re suddenly gonna want to sleep in and any attempts to try and wake them brings about fits of crying and spittle soaked pillow cases. Every child will be hungry and need to be fed. Each child will soil there pants as you’re heading out the door. I planned to leave the house 30 minutes earlier than I needed to this morning. I arrived at my destination 5 minutes late. Big sigh. I’m beginning to think that no matter how far ahead of time I start the process to leave the house, I will still end up late. It’s something that I just need to accept. I can start being on time again when the girls leave for college.
- The girls and I went to a retirement ceremony for a very special woman in our lives. My Aunt, my Mother’s only sister, retired today. My children are very special to her, and we were honored to be invited for such a special day. The thing is, she’s a very special lady to me. There are not a lot of people around anymore who know our full history. When I was my Mom’s only child, my Aunt was a big part of our lives. When my biological Father left and cleaned out the bank account right before Christmas, she bought my Christmas presents. When I was a little tomboy 4 year old, she took me shopping for panties with ruffles and black patent leather Mary Janes. She even got me the Michael Jackson Thriller shirt I desperately wanted. (We all have things from childhood we regret). When my Mother and I moved here from California, we lived in her back bedroom until we got on our feet. Most importantly to me, is how my Mother loved her sister with all her heart. When I’m with her, I can see my Mom in her. And I know when she sees me, she sees her sister also. But we don’t just love each other seeking someone who has left us. It’s more than that. I suppose all I can say is I love her. I’m glad I have her. I’m glad my children have her. And now that she’s retired, we’ll see a lot more of her.
- While there are many changes that occur when you become a parent, there is one that really knocks you down a peg. When you have children, you are no longer the important one. Childless readers, you will see. During Holidays, you won’t really get gifts anymore. Your kids will. When a family member calls, they don’t so much ask about you as much. They wanna know how the kids are. Today when we went to the party, I may as well have been introduced as Chloe and Bailey’s Mom, as compared to Brie. Sure, my name might have been mentioned, but all people saw were the kids. You suddenly become the faceless shape hovering over the baby while people ohh and ahh over him or her. You might as well be invisible. That is, until one of your kids start crying or doing something wrong. Then you’ll be remembered, but they won’t likely call you by name. Instead they’ll say, “Ohhh, it looks like somebody needs their Mommy”. When I look at people admiring my beautiful baby or laughing at Chloe’s antics, I can think of no other people I’d rather play 2nd fiddle to. You’re no longer # 1 when the babies come, but suddenly your heart has changed and taken on the Mommy character, and you realize you don’t mind. Nope, not even one bit.
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- How we rock a baby to sleep at our house: I am rocking the baby, who is almost asleep. Chloe comes in and yells, “I’m gonna brush my teeth.” She has no volume control. I mouth “Ok. Shhh.” She screams “Ok Mom. I’m gonna brush my teeth now. Bye.” She slams the door. I rock. Baby is almost back asleep. Chloe throws door open and exclaims, “I’m brushing my teeth. I’ll let you know when I’m done.” Me, “Be quiet.” Chloe screams softer “Ok Mom. I’ll shut this door and let you know when I’m done.” She slams door with me hoping she’ll take a while. I rock. Baby closes her eyes. Chloe bursts through the door, “I gotta pee!”
- Shopping is a lady’s favorite pastime. That is until they have children. Then it’s a hurried chore. I don’t know if I’m unrealistic or saddistic. Either way, for some reason I thought it would be brilliant to go shopping for my husband’s Birthday present with a 2 year old and 11 week old in tow. First mistake, I had no idea what I was getting him. That means multiple stores with lots of looking. Second mistake, I forgot the stroller. That means carting an infant carrier around at stores without shopping carts. Third mistake, not putting a dog leash on my toddler (or at least slipping her a Valium). In the shoe store, Chloe had a tantrum. Quick exit and one punishment later, she was tolerable for the second store. Third store, it was time to feed baby. Then it was potty break and diaper change. In the next store, I couldn’t get good control of Chloe and Bailey was tired, so we went to leave. My phone rang so I stopped to dig in my purse for it. The caller says “Hey. What’s going on with you.” My reply. “Chloe’s gone!” I thankfully was able to spot her already at the back of the store. And she was ducking under a clothing rack, pulling her feet out of sight just as I walked up. I spanked her right there under a rack of ladies slacks. Bailey fell asleep. So being the adventurous soul I am, I decided to go grocery shopping next. Actually I figured it had already gone so bad, I might as well just keep going and not drag this madness into another day.
- Sadly, all that shopping with multiple pit stops, got me home late. 8 pm is late when you have young children, a trunk full of groceries, and no dinner made. When you have an infant, every task is centered around them. They must be fed and their other needs attended to before anything else you want to do or rather need to do. Even as a second time Mom, I still can forget this. I think I have enough time to complete certain things, and am quickly put in my place. As I’ve said before, parenting is a humbling experience. I think God planned it that way. What better tool is there to use to teach us self sacrifice, patience, humility, and unconditional love than that we gain from a child.
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- Love is _______. Love is giving up control of the remote. I used to be a fean for Discovery Health shows like Doctor G and Mystery Diagnosis. Last night I realized Chloe had been gone with her Dad for 20 minutes, and I still had it on Nickjr. Love is when my husband always lets me eat first. I know he’s hungry too, but he, without fail, always takes the baby and holds her so I can eat something first. Love is when I allow Chloe to help me fix breakfast simply because it gives her such joy. Sure she makes a huge mess and spends more time eating butter straight from the tub or scratching her back with the spatula, but I always let her help anyway. Love is overlooking little things that don’t matter, like hairs left around the sink or leaving bowls of cereal milk on the counter overnight to curdle. You realize you do some disgusting stuff too, but they reciprocate the ability to accept idiosyncrasies rather than nag. Love is looking at the clock longing for your sweetheart to return home, not just because you need a helping hand, but because you want a hug. Love is cleaning poop out of panties for the third day in a row without chastising or demeaning the one responsible for the task, but remembering that they’re trying and praising them for it. Love is never getting angry about the fact that right when you put on a nice shirt, it’s gonna get covered in spit-up. I could go on like this for days. Love is smiling about the fact that I could.
- There are countless times I wish my Mom was alive so I could tell her something. Today, I specifically wanted to apologize for my former 20 something, childless self. I recall visiting the house when I would come home from leave. I would see dusty shelves and grease spattered kitchen walls and think, “Why doesn’t she clean that up?” The Navy had left me with a personality that craved cleanliness. Even when I left the Navy and moved back to Mississippi, I would spend all day every Saturday cleaning my house from top to bottom. Today as I “hit the high spots”, I noticed dusty shelves and grease spattered kitchen walls. I laughed in spite of myself. I realized how wrong I’d been all those years ago. No Mother has time to make a home spotless, only time to make it livable. And more importantly, even if you had the time, would you want to? Why waste time moving items to dust shelves and scrubbing kitchen walls, when it can be better utilized playing Hungry Hippos or building a blanket fort. Then you can spend the little time you have to clean, picking up tiny balls from the board game and folding blankets to put away. Sorry Mom. You had it all figured out the whole time.
- This morning I was thinking how sad it was that Marlie would have to go back to her Mom’s house today, right after having the party last night. She got a new bike, but wouldn’t be able to ride it. I recalled the same thing had happened at Christmas. She got these great toys, but didn’t get a chance to play with them. It made me sad for her. When Ben was home on lunch break, he told me he had arranged for Marlie to stay an extra night so she would have a chance to ride her bicycle after school. I was so pleased for her, and that Ben was thinking the same thing as me. When she got home, her and Chloe had an ample amount of time to bundle up and play on their bikes before the rain came. When it did begin to fall, it also ushered in a wet, and unexpected husband. I was pleasantly surprised that Ben could get the night off. Now there will definitely be no dusting or scrubbing. There is too much fun to be had.
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- I simply adore flannel pajama pants. They especially feel good after having to wear wet jeans in the aftermath of a cold downpour of rain. They are especially warm when you have a 14 lb living heater balanced on your lap. I must say she’s the cutest heater I’ve ever seen. She is laughing and cooing away at me, causing me to frequently pause as I jot my thoughts down. So if this seems more fractured than usual you know why. Also, if you notice even more grammatical errors than usual, I’m gonna blame that on the sweet little foot kicking my phone. I stop frequently to pretend like I’m eating her toes. This causes a cascade of more giggles, which I love. I see a beautiful little version of Ben when I look at her. I can think of no better view as I reflect on the day.
- I mentioned the rain. We ran through it to the jeep after my step-daughter Marlie’s Birthday party we had for her tonight at her Grandparent’s. It was a great time. Marlie turned 10 this past week. I first met her at age 5. It has been so special watching her grow. I am really enjoying the transformation lately, as I can recall going through the same thing as a girl. She has started, over the past few months, to begin showing signs of maturity. She does little things around the house that show me she is growing up and starting to think like a young adult. It really surprised me at first. On the other had, right after doing something really adult like, she will run off with Chloe and they’ll come back with markers on their face. I remember as a kid when I started to worry about my appearance and wanting to dress like my older girl cousin, but then still wanted to play with frogs and Barbies too.
- We opted for a toy present for her, but an ageless toy. We got a bicycle for her. I know she liked it. She had outgrown long ago her princess bicycle she got for her 5th Birthday when we first met. We still have it in the shed though, and Ben has promised Chloe he will get it aired up and ready for her. I look forward to Spring when we can all ride together. Her cousins were at the party which made for a super fun and super loud, rambunctious time. Ben made pizza for everyone and we finished it off with cake and ice cream of course. There was screaming, laughing, running, presents, poop in panties, and a baby that napped through it all. As the day comes to a close, no nap by Chloe and school tomorrow for Marlie, insure bedtime is soon. Even super fun days must end.
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- It’s been one of those days. It started when I opened my eyes and the clock said an hour after my alarm was supposed to have gone off. No time for looking adoringly upon sleeping babe this morning. I pride myself on being at work on time, especially since it remains the only thing I can seem to be on time for. I didn’t shave. Those who know, know that saddened me. I did wash myself. Couldn’t skip that. I was thrilled that by some mystical occurrence, my hair looked better than it did before I went to bed. That is until I looked at the back of it in a mirror. I figured I’d have to face the day head on, literally. I’m not sure how I managed it, but I arrived at the time clock 4 minutes early. Maybe I take longer shaving than I thought.
- For some reason, the way the day started, continued on. I was one step behind all day it seemed. If something could go wrong, it did. If a patient had no pain yesterday, they were crying with it today. If a patient was clean and dry all day yesterday, then they suffered diarrhea today. If a Dr let things ride yesterday, then they felt inspired to try something new today; a lot. I rolled with the punches as only a Nurse can. When hearing someone had a perforated viscus, I thought about wanting a biscuit. That’s how we are. I had sweet patients that helped my mood. One was so sweet I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her home, and she made my day well worth it when she called me in to tell me thank you and how sweet I’d been to her.
- I feared when I got home that my day was following me. When I walked in the door, I saw a game of Hungry Hippo being played. Chloe looked at me and starting crying. Then Bailey looked at me and started crying. Thank God Ben didn’t cry too. Maybe the girls are taking the vibe from my own still messed up hormonal balance. I actually cried at the beginning of Duck Dynasty tonight. Actually the girls were just tired and hungry after a long day for them too. You get fed according to age around here. Bailey ate first. Then I cooked for the girls. Chloe’s comment about dinner: “Corn makes me happy. Green beans make me sad.” Like the sweet little patient at work did for me, my sweet little family also make it all worth it. When you love someone, even acts of service for them make you fulfilled and happy. It’s been a long day, but overall a good one. I will fall asleep easy, feeling deeply satisfied, and sleep like a rock.
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