This is the price of being hungover as a parent.
Sure kids, trash the house.
Just leave me alone in my misery.
There’s a lightsaber war happening on top of me on my bed, I just sent the husband for Taco Bell and it’s 9:13am.
Living the dream, people.
The struggle is real.
God be with me.
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