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Whomever made the astute observation that we all of us “pay for our raising” deserves a peace prize.
I love my babies with every fiber of my being. But, sometimes? Sometimes my Middle Child’s behavior makes me look back on my life and recount to myself (while simultaneously holding my breath and trying not to move) all the rotten, underhanded, hateful, and distasteful things I have ever done. What an evening. The babysitter’s probably traumatized, sworn off having kids of her own, like, ever, and this is the earliest I’ve been ready for bed since kindergarten. Laaand o’ Goshen!!! Ohhh, and Tuesdaaaaay? I’m coming for YOU, and you have been dutifully warned.
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Momma Pam
1/9/2019 14:55:31
Oh my goodness!
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