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I woke up this morning and dragged my yawning, sleepy butt to the kitchen to boil water for my morning bath. As I turned on the light and looked away from the switch to the kitchen, the sight that met my eyes drove the sleep away and brought tears of anger and frustration to them. I stood for a full minute thinking about whether to cry or scream. My kitchen was a mess of food dragged across the vinyl counter and floor. The sink was just an eye sore. There were biscuit crumbs, chocolate stains and even some drops of soup on the counter. Continue reading