I have kids hanging on me ALL. DAY. LONG. Even when I pee. Every surface in my house is covered in kid mess. Every second of my day is filled with kid drama. And when the kids finally go to bed, my husband gets in on the action. I just can't seem to get any space.
And since I know my fantasy of having some space won't be a reality for a very long time, (at least until the kids move out) I decided to sing about it. A girl can dream, right? So sing it with me, mamas, "I just need some space, space, space..."
And since I know my fantasy of having some space won't be a reality for a very long time, (at least until the kids move out) I decided to sing about it. A girl can dream, right? So sing it with me, mamas, "I just need some space, space, space..."
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