August is rough, man. I’m dizzy with back to school clothes and supplies, the endless forms and fees, immunizations, sports practices, work, bills and trying to squeeze the last drop out of this short and sweet summer with one final trip to the lake. If that doesn’t overload the mom brain, try adding four birthdays into the mix and it’s almost enough to make me run away to California to join an orange-picking commune.

Nah.

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