1 hr. 50 min.

More or less.

Traffic had better be good, today.

I love my wuggies dearly, but I have been on mommy duty for entirely too long.

The moment you walk in the door, dear, they're all yours.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go attempt to separate the clean laundry from the dirty laundry.

I'm postponing all teaching moments about the difference between clothing and confetti for some other time when I'm rested enough to tell the difference between joi de vive, and willfull destructiveness.

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