Now that I've started working part-time, battling with fatigue has become a daily fight when I reach home at the end of the day. In days where I have church on weekday nights, my inevitable grouchy hormones combined with my exhausted physical being would just lash itself on anyone that comes into contact with me, especially my family.
Despite my grumpiness, mom still cooks my favorite sausage with egg in chicken soup for supper. She pours cold water into my cup, knowing that I would reach for my cup and open the fridge to get some cold iced water. Mom's the best!
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