...when the only "quiet time" you can manage to scrounge up is while you're vacuuming.
I know, I know.... crazy.
Nowhere near quiet.
Nowhere near quiet.
But for me, it works.
It's the only time I don't have to listen to Dora singing in Spanish, SpongeBob's obnoxious laugh, or the sound of toys crashing down onto the hardwood.
This morning, I was thankful for my
"quiet time."
"quiet time."
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