A Day In The Life Of A Single Mom

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It’s 5:30 a.m., and he crawls into my bed, muttering “momma” in the most precious, pathetic baby voice I have ever heard. I open my eyes halfway, gently reaching out my arm and brushing closed the curtains next to me, pushing out the light for even just an hour, using everything in my power to fight for a little more sleep.

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