How is it possible that the weekend just ended and I’m already exhausted? Aren’t weekends supposed to be relaxing?
As I posted on Saturday, this was the weekend of The Wiggles show, and CootieGirl had a blast. So did I, for that matter.
That was really the main event of the weekend, but I’m still recovering. It’s hard work schlepping a toddler around Manhattan for an afternoon.
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