It's amazing how low expectations are for young people these days. When my grandmother was 22, she was a happily married homeowner with an infant. At 23, I shuttle people to and from a diner effectively and remember to unplug the toaster when it's not in use and thus to all parent-types I'm an incredibly responsible, put together, special person, a cut above the rest. What does that say? Our world must really be going to shit.
No real time to post. Although I have ideaRs. Totally exhausted from the hospital and moving mom to (spinal) rehab today. Cannot keep eyes open. I need to take a personal day from being a grown up.
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