It’s Friday night.
Preston and I folded the laundry and both complained the whole time. Now, we’re sharing almonds and watching Due Date, while the kids sleep peacefully. Um, scratch that, they were sleeping peacefully until Maddox woke up with gas. Then Maya woke up in a wet bed, that hasn’t happened in months.
Damn, we’re old. I love being old.















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