It's one of those mornings when my son wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn and I am thrust into a foul mood. There's nothing more I'd enjoy right now than some time with a baseball bat and stacks upon stacks of dishes to smash.
The sitter will be here soon, and I'm hoping to get my anger in check by taking a bit of a run outside.
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