My kitchen is a disaster. There are picture books strewn through the living room, in stacks in the dining room and falling from the shelves in Nora’s room. And when everyone else’s toddlers are asleep,
I jammie up Nora and head over to the Brotherhood for a little “late-night” visit with Dada, play in the upstairs dining area,
and a giant slice of chocolate mousse pie. (Which, incidentally, I helped to eat after giving up on my sugar cleanse after just three weeks.)
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