The Hour of Chaos – This might sound bad, but take it for what’s it worth. My heart does little skips of anxiety when I see the clock read 3:30 p.m. It means I have 5 minutes left before the bus comes around the corner and my house turns into mad chaos. I love my kids dearly and I enjoy having them home, but I don’t like that panic rush feeling I get when they walk through the door, talking a mile a minute in their playground voices, swinging their backpacks all over the place and taking their shoes off, full of dirt and grass which is now all over my floor. And then it’s time for homework…
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I felt that anxiety when I babysat :)
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