I have reached my breaking point. I’m convinced these “Terrrrrrrrrrrifible Twos” are turning me grey (no, like seriously...I found a grey strand and named it Larry). I was ok with Ky being terrible at home. I’m not the best person when we’re home anyway. I just want to lay down, watch my shows, drink wine,… Continue reading ….Reaching a Breaking Point
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