It was one of those days. Four small hurricanes blew toys and debris from one end of the house to the other. There were more toys on the floor than any child could hope to pick up and put away. It even looked overwhelming to me. Years ago I purposed to see those toys as jewels, but today they weren't sparky or shiny. There was bickering too and maybe that was really what put me over the edge... then again, maybe it's just my seeming inability to cope with constant noise and confusion.
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