I was grumping about my job in flowery and emphatic language.
I was waxing rapsodic about how much I love to come home.
I was amazed at the difference at between pre-baby and post-baby on my time.
I love my life, the satisfaction with my job will come eventually.
1 comment:
You're allowed to vent. And it was clear you were venting about work, not home life.
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