My Motherhood is a Dirty Fridge
Hear me out.
My motherhood is a dirty fridge.
Wait let me start over. What I mean is that my motherhood is like a dirty fridge. Hear me out.
You know how you felt that one time your fridge was empty and clean? Remember the promise? The crisping drawers that would only be used for crisping. The deli compartment that would only hold sustainable, locally sourced animal p…
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