You know what I am talking about… You had to work the day of your daughter’s recital and couldn’t get anyone to cover for you. It’s your Christmas to work, so you have to either get your kids up at the butt-crack of dawn or make them wait ’til you get home to open gifts (or not see their sweet faces at all when they open their gifts.) It’s d.ate night. Your spouse was counting on you being home this Friday so you can go out. Your best work friend called and he is making you feel more guilty about […]
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