Grabbing a Fistful of Hair
I wish I was talking about raucous sex, but it’s a clean story instead.
Standing in the doorway to the bathroom the girls share, I shudder in disgust, and vow the second they are all out of the house, I am going to clean it.
Even though I instituted a new cleaning schedule for my girls to follow, let’s be kind and say they’ve ignored me. When I…