commitment is a marathon
Today, I woke up early, stumbled through the morning routine, and dragged the squatter to the nursery just before the clock struck 8.30 am. On that note, my squatter is boujee. He needed to use the toilet before we arrived in the queue for nursery. He requested an actual bathroom. Really? A toilet? At his age, I would have just pulled it out and sprayed…
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