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A Minute in the Life

It’s 4:51 p.m. My oldest daughter is screaming at her sister to clean up the playroom because I told them I was throwing out whatever hasn’t been put away.  That includes the cute little chairs for their table that have somehow ended up WWE-style across the room. I won’t do it, but you won’t tell them that. The second-born is declaring that she’s tired, and from what I hear, has lay down in the middle of the floor and is sucking her thumb.  She ain’t budging. There was a loud smack, and now they’re both crying.  Apparently somebody did budge. Maybe I will be throwing some stuff away. Cian is beside me, chewing on a Motor Trend insert, whining because he pooped his pants during his nap, wouldn’t go back to sleep, and has just realized that naps are awesome and it’s pretty crappy (ha) that he declined to take one. I am sitting in the middle of the living room floor, laptop on my knees because I have a crapload of work–I mean, a to…