Sometimes self care looks like a drug run

Woke up in a shoddy mood again this morning. Bad, bad cramps, for like month 300 and Steph was snuggled up with me, Dirt had to poop four times in the middle of the night, there was blood everywhere and Cleo decided to be a dick. (She prefers her very specific Momma-Cleo-go-To-work-routine and when it switches, she is displeased, and uses her teeth on items around the house to show it.)

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