Picture my sad-skinny-self, frazzled, bedraggled, hauling the 3 offspring around Safeway at 5:00 the night before Easter. We tramped all over the store buying groceries and looking for egg dye. "Mom, don't forget to buy EGGS." Oh ya, I had "Single Mom" written across my forehead in NEON. The Boy was literally bouncing like the Easter Bunny,
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