I thought I would have all kinds of free time. I thought I would be able to cook dinner for Mary every night. Shop for groceries. Clean up around the house. Cut the grass. I was wrong.
Someday, Rosalie will be big enough to help me cook and clean (we can make it a game). Until then, we’ll just have to live with a little clutter, longer grass, and dinner delivery.
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