No responsibilities.
No to-do lists.
King Size Bed.
Crisp white sheets.
Feather Pillow.
Iced Chai.
Foot masseuse.
Absolute Quiet.
Would be pure bliss.
Kids are fighting.
Again.
Talk later.
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3 comments:
I came back and looked at this post a few hours after I posted it, and it instantly released some endorphins into my body and made me feel a little better. That painting is funny to me....I especially like how the figure's buttocks are right next to the part where I'm lamenting my exhaustion.
:) lol
You're weird!!!
Just wait till you add a crying baby to that mix
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