Another one of Paul’s broken glasses Yesterday was a day of recurrences. Nathan didn’t nap well, which has been an ongoing problem for the past month or so. He was very, very grumpy. He also got up twice that night and didn’t want to go back to bed. And, get this… I broke ANOTHER glass.. And not just …
It has happened again. I broke something. Yet another item has fallen victim to my buttery fingers. This time, at least, it belonged to me instead of my husband. It was one of my coffee mugs. I was minding my own business, washing my mug in the sink. I was holding onto the handle with …
I sometimes wonder if I am the clumsiest person on the planet. Seriously, does anyone have the magical ability to accidentally break more things than I can? It’s to the point that Paul has politely asked me to refrain from touching his favorite dishes… and I don’t blame him. I’ve broken eight of his drinking glasses since …
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