2010-07-09 / General Stories
When A Child Can’t Sleep
I schlepped into my kitchen early one morning, a little blearyeyed. Everything was still a little fuzzy because I had only gotten out of bed minutes before. Things never look put together or wellorganized in a house full of children, but really, shouldn’t my cabinet knobs match? I rubbed my eyes and looked again, but it didn’t get any better.
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