Every so often, keeping up with the frenetic pace of a toddler wears you down. Instead of paying for a therapist or joining a gun range to vent my frustrations, I found it’s much more cost effective to work my issues out on the fridge. These are my musings and it’s my gift to you.
On this particular day, I felt a little like David after the Dentist, asking myself whether or not ‘this was real life’ or ‘ if this would last forever’.
EDITOR’S NOTE: Our second ‘I’ was eaten by the dog, so I was forced to improvise.