I’ve stopped insisting that my guests “please excuse the mess” when they drop by my house. Instead, I’ve drawn a line in the sand with regards to how much mental, emotional, and physical labor I am willing to take responsibility for. I cannot parent, work from home, be the maid and chef, and entertain guests without feeling like a stressed-out crazy bitch.
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