Another Monday morning. I keep making sure I remember the days. Today is when we normally get a food parcel from local charity. The bread is often mouldy but plenty tinned goods and sometimes some sweets for kiddies. Plus no shortage of tea bags lol. I told myself last night, before I tried to sleep, that today would be a good day. Its currently 8am and I know today won't be a good day. I have to clean, I have to cook, I'm sick of both. I have to face my kiddies and act like all will be well, smile firmly in place
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