Shoe Lady

There was an Old Woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children she didn’t know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

That‘s what I’ve been doing wrong.

Feeding them like kings, not whipping, and letting them stay up past 6:30. I shall try the Old Woman’s approach tomorrow. Because I have most certainly become her.

I’m going to bed. Tomorrow feels like a big day.

G’nite.

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