Panicked text sent to Eric on Friday:
White flag. Surrender. Giving up. Just dumped 200 pins onto the plush carpet after running out of black thread and having my whole machine knot up and a part fall out. The kids are running rampant. Nolan is wildly riding around on Livi's toy car while she is chasing after him wearing two pairs of my (clean) underwear around her neck. I'm now sitting at the table watching Friends, binge eating quinoa salad, and primping, because I am an empty shell now and making myself look pretty is all I have left.
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