It's Wednesday. The livin' is easy. A is still home. I haven't had to pack their snacks myself yet.
I
feel this odd sense of guilt. Like I'm getting away with something I
shouldn't. It's a bit like taking a sick day when there isn't really
anything wrong with you. That kind of guilt. Maybe we don't all
experience it. Could be my Catholic upbringing I guess.
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