On most days I spend five hours in traffic, twelve hours at work, six hours arguing with my husband over points of national importance (why it is important to fold the quilt in the morning, though we would use it again at night) and the remainder teaching my daughter the appropriate words for things she points at (remember, the thing mommy wears under her shirt is an ‘undergarment’).
And sometimes I write.
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