I had dreams when I was a child. I was going to be a rich, famous actress/model/singer/writer. I was going to marry a handsome doctor/lawyer/fireman/actor/model. We were going to travel. We were going to enjoy life…we were going to have a maid.
I didn’t end up with the dream career. I didn’t end up with the dream guy. I haven’t left Ohio in 4 and a half years.
That’s ok. That’s life. I wouldn’t trade my son for any of that…
…but seriously…who’s supposed to clean up things like this?