The other day she visited my house. We sat on the couch while the kids played in the next room, sat cross-legged and comfortable, and she said, you know, I am just constantly irritated. And I wonder, is this the new me? Is the new me an irritable mother? Because I don't really like to be this way.
I knew what she meant. We laughed and I made some tea, tea with cinnamon and lemongrass and a hint of chocolate, and we drank it iced, with milk and honey.
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