It’s just been one of those days. The kind of day where you need to look at the old man crossed eyed the minute he walks in the front door and say, “Hello. I am not winning today. This day has completely overtaken me and it is only this thin layer of skin keeping me from disintegrating into one more mess in this house that will eventually need to be cleaned up before it turns into another one of those darkened “juice stain” areas on the kitchen floor. I’m only forming this sentence because of the mason jar of coffee I pounded like vitamin water just moments ago. Here is the baton (baby, rather). Beam me down when dinner is ready.” (Hover exits room)
About the Author
Autumn Krouse is an okay wife and mother to six beautiful children. She has found her writing to be most beneficial to the reader and writer if it is dedicated to recognizing the meaning, beauty, and brilliance in the "more than lackluster" day to day happenings of a stay at home mother's life.
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