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Miss Independent
It was one of those mornings! My frustrations were mounding up as high as the piles of dirty laundry littering the floor. Breakfast dishes were cluttering the table. Tyler’s first grade math papers were scattered around. Corey, who was in the midst of teething, was crying for mommy to comfort him, and for goodness sakes, to wipe his nose! In...
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