Overworked and overwhelmed.
I might cook, clean, but still won’t fold
Wait, what? I was admittedly only half-listening to Cowboy Carter while on my morning run, but those lyrics were a screeching-needle-on-the-record stop, fully halting the monologue that runs its own race through my brain.
I started the song over and listened more carefully. Woah. The …
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