By bedtime, I’m done. Not in a cute, “aww what a long day” way (remember 8pm before having kids?! That version of tired was so cute). When I say I’m done, I mean I have absolutely nothing left to give. My bones are tired, my brain is fried, my patience is worn thin and I’m dreaming of watching my shows in silence on the couch.
And somehow, this is the ex…
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