J2 returns from her away camp.
my zealously organized table top transmogrifies into a crawling morass of anarchy. the laundry magically and horrifyingly multiplies. my dinner plans get questioned and summarily altered. Dog works himself into a delighted frenzy. HOM returns home long before the sun sets.
my baby is home. you could say my honeymoon is over. but it's also rather nice.
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