Hell of a time to lose it.
Night before mom and dad come up. Stuff to do and I'm a puddle of tears on the couch because of sappy tv. My shoulders are killing me and I really don't want to grout the baseboards. I'm tired. I'm sad. I don't know why. This sucks.
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Easy one. Date night.
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