Nap Time, Write Time

It's almost 2 pm on a Monday afternoon and I am sitting on my bed in the quiet, alone, drinking iced coffee. I must be dreaming. I have a fiery, high-energy 16-month-year-old who is FINALLY passed out. I am exhausted after a long morning, and I just want veg out on Netflix and forget the world. But …

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