There is some sort of line I seem to have crossed after having three kids into some type of strange martyrdom. Or self-immolation? Sainthood? Maybe it is just this place we live in, but it seems like a BIG deal to have more kids than parents in a household. Add to the fact that one of my kids (gasp) has Down syndrome, and jeepers creepers. And I stay at home? No job, no break from the kids? Sainthood, halo, superhero cape, all of it. It. Is. On.
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