You know how sometimes you're running along with a million things to do and it's late and you're tired and you just wish you were home already and then the baby wakes up hungry in the backseat because you were pushing your luck when you tried not to stop and feed him before you got in the car and the screaming is so intense that it's rattling your spine and even though you're wishing he would just deal with it until you could at least make it home you just have no choice but to give up, pull over the car, and feed him and you're just so damn happy you could slit your wrists with glee?
Well, sometimes you should really just quit your bitching and listen to the man. He knows what he's talking about.
Thank you,Bug.
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