So, I work at my church, in our preschool. There are about 40 of us that work there...all of us mothers. Neither my own mother, nor my husband needed to worry that I'd overdo it today. All morning I heard strains of...
"Cindy should you be carrying that?" "Cindy, are you allowed to do that?" "Cindy, go sit down!" "Cindy, why are you walking around again?" Ha!
It is nice to be so loved and looked after. I love my job.
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