Shout out to anybody that deals, I mean negotiates, with toddlers, aka teeny tiny terrorists on a daily basis. Sam L. and Kevin Spacey have NOTHING on us. I seriously feel like after talking a toddler down from a ledge, a literal ledge of the crib, I can go in and get the Senate to work. Ok, maybe that was a stretch. But really. I get these kids to bed doing anything and everything I can. Sometimes it takes 10 minutes; other days 2 hours. But, I get it done! My fridge is currently broken. We are living out of a mini fridge in our garage. Tomorrow I have to make the run to the neighbors house to retrieve chicken out of their deep freezer. It is almost like the olden farm life days here. Running out to the coop in the morning to get the fresh chicken and eggs for the day. Ugh, except not, because I have the smelliest POS doing nothing in my kitchen all day long. I cannot make it much longer, people! I may complain, but as moms do, we get it done! Regardless of circumstances. Frozen spinach is now thawed and then somehow refrozen …

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