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There were days I was up late doing laundry when my boys were
in Little League and I spent my Saturday afternoon at their games instead of with the washer and dryer. I also remember days in the basement laundry room with the ironing and listening to NPR on the radio. I could hear Fang and the kids upstairs in the kitchen, getting into the fridge or looking for snacks.
posted by
Pat_B
on November 21, 2020 at 7:51 AM
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Don't knock yourself out A.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 21, 2020 at 7:47 AM
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At this rate, you will be no more than a puddle of water.
On another note, I haven't stayed up past 10 for the last year let alone 2 am. God bless your strong will.
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Sherri_G
on November 21, 2020 at 6:28 AM
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