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My Head Is Pounding

The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”

This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”

What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.

I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.

He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.

I guess the house ate them.

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