that time when the Target lady asked me how I was doing

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It was a little bit before 9am, we were waiting for the bank to call me back and figure out what our next step was and we were at Target. The cashier, ever so innocently and as part of her routine asked, “How are you doing today?” and a week’s worth of stress flew through my mind. My first answer, which I immediately rejected was, “Well, it’s before 9am and I’m at Target buying 2 new shirts because both my son and I are covered in his shit.” But, that felt a little harsh and slightly too cynical for a 9am conversation. . . .

Read more from that time when the Target lady asked me how I was doing at Confessions of a Reluctant Housewife

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