I work very hard, every day of my life. I put in the required eight hours a day, and then some. I make sure we have fresh milk and clean clothes. The bills are paid and the grass is mowed. But sometimes I get tired of taking care of everything. I want to be able to play too.



I miss my children every day. I miss them all day long. I know I can't be with them every second of the day, but I want to be with them sometimes, and always. I want to be a kid with my kids.
Shelly
Wants to play
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