I got home from work this evening, and seeing what was left out on the bathroom counter made me remember this morning's sad, tired girl with a sore, scratchy throat who did not have a temperature, but who did want to go to school either. So we doctored her up with ibuprofen, brushed all the tangles out of her hair, and convinced her that she could still rock this day, sore throat or no.
And she did.
Oh, and I left my make up out too. Because I always do.
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