A Sunday evening approaches a heavy feeling beckons, a tad of melancholy but mostly dread. It’s not the normal Sunday blues that you experience back in your varsity days-that would be more accurately described as a feeling of longing, loneliness. Oh no, this is definitely apprehension.
The kid has managed to unpack-more like scatter- every single toy they own across your living room floor. Your house resembles a game from Jumanji and to quote my mom, “A cat can have a litter in here and you won’t even know”
Kids, toys and less doesn’t really make much sense when used in the same sentence, but hear me out.
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