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mornings are kinda fun in our home. 

everyday, at 7:30, my child springs up, excited for the chance to be excited all over again. she revels in the simple mundane things we adults take for granted. why, just brushing our teeth and washing our face gives way to "play" rather effortlessly. since i'm typically done my routine, well before she is done hers, i mainly just sit there watching for possible puddles forming on floor from, over-flowing, water play. 

psa: this is the day after the "trust no man" blog. so yes, those are the same underwear. 

as you can see, i slept in part of my clothes as well. mommy life. thug life. don't judge me.

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the only time i feel like a "house wife" is in the morning when i'm fixing breakfast for toots and i, while washing dishes and dancing around the kitchen in slippers and underwear. 

until i remember that i am unmarried...and this house does not belong to me.

*kanye shrug* 

the pancakes were good.