Yesterday was an absolutely awful day. I won't go into all of it, but by the end of the day, when I was hungry and tired, and my planned source of food completely failed me, I almost cried. So I went to see Jeff, and there I did cry. So he took care of heating leftovers and doing dishes. Yay! This story has two morals:
- Jeff is wonderful.
- I should never again think a child unreasonable for crying about fatigue and hunger.
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