My kids dragged me, pulled my shirt (asking for breast milk), cried for carry, ran from here and there as I follow wherever. I have a baby and a toddler by the way. Both are boys. Grocery shopping with them drove me crazy tired even for just an hour. My hair got messier, I got shirt stains. And by no means they kept on putting unnecessary stuff in the basket and I ended up budget short in the counter. Imagine that.
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