I'd had it this morning. The girls had won every battle. I was so stinkin' tired of cleaning up after them. So when I saw them--again--dragging my shoes out of my closet so they could play dress-up, I blew a gasket.
"NO. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. Put 'em back. Get out of my closet. Close. The. Door."
Audrey dared to say politely, "Umm, Mom? This is actually Dad's closet, too. And...he pays for this house."
I had to give myself a timeout in the bathroom.
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