Last year, I had an unfortunate accident which led to a herniated disc in my neck. I obviously could not take care of both girls by myself with the injury and its corresponding treatments; I ended up staying at my parents' in the suburbs for almost 2 months so that they and my sister could help me on my road to recovery. Once I recuperated I remember returning home to a cold, dark place that — for a lack of a better word — was a complete pigsty. J sheepishly confessed, "I didn't realize just how much work you do around the house until you were gone." I have been replaying that phrase over and over again in my head this past week....
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