Why does it always feel like whenever there is progress made in my household there are two more responsibilities to take their place?
We fixed the ceiling and then the microwave broke.
We fixed the toilet paper holder and then we found the entry for bees in our siding.
The flowers bloomed but the other bush died.
My mom always tells me, “that’s how it goes” and that, “life is full of unexpected bumps in the road” but I really wish there was at least ONE day that I didn’t feel like I had a to-do list ten-miles-long.
Do you have this experience, too? I am thinking it is harder for those of us with kids but I would love to hear from those of you out there without kids that also go through this….
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