I kept my coat on for an hour today after I got home from work, and I kept the baby in her little polar bear sleeper. It's crazy to be inside the house and feel no relief from the cold. Glenn told me today that Dude cannot fix the insulation problem.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. Big crocodile tears that had been welling up for weeks finally snuck out of my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Hon. I'll fix this," Glenn reassured me.
I cried. I cried because it was cold in my shack, and I couldn't do anything to fix it.
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