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I don't have it in me today to talk about things I want to talk about. The things I should be talking about, thinking about. I put K to bed 3 hours ago and still she's wakeful. Crying and wakeful... Refusing to sleep. and there is
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I've found myself under an unusual amount of stress lately. This that and the other thing all pile on top of me and suddenly my chest starts to feel a little tighter. My mind starts to reel as I over think things. My patience wains and my temper
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nerves. funny things. You never know what's going to set them off. I realized a couple of days ago that K's school is starting in 2 1/2 weeks. That's plenty of time to do nothing and mess around, but to get all her
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I have no witty comeback for anything you say today. no snark. no snarl. Today my little one, my darling K, will graduate from Kindergarten. I remember the day we brought her home, how she was so tiny she fit into the curve of my arm. How I lifted her
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As I'm sure you all know (or have guessed from the title of my blog) I am a mommy. I have been a great number of other things in my life, some have stuck, some have not. Mothering stuck. It stuck and it took hold of my life
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K: mama!? CK: Shhhh... It's past your bedtime... No talking. K: but mama... I have to ask you something... It's reeeealy important! CK: sigh well make it quick... K: if you have mucus and you don't use purell do you die!!? Cause Mary says
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I never thought I would have such a problem with a wiggly something. Something as innocuous as a little back and forth motion. It's driving me mad. Today I must wonder if I'm cut out for this parenting biz after all... You see K has a
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I'd like to be really serious for a moment... and I probably should be given what I'm about to show you but I'm having a bit of a hard time not giggling at K's similarity to me... K made a dark piece
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For the past several days my little ray of sunshine and rainbows (and fantastic dance numbers) has been having a hard time. At first I thought it was just because she was being bratty... I decided that may be a terribly harsh assessment of an otherwise lovely child. Then I
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I wrote this long ass post. well I wrote half of it. It was all about the early wake up on Easter and stuff... It was really long. REALLY LONG and also really boring. and whiny. and not really funny. so instead I will tell you that after she was
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we're still getting ready for K's party Saturday morning... All I can say is that I'm late. I'm late for a very important date. No time to say Hello... GOODBYE I'm late. I'm late. I'm late.
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I declined to talk yesterday about something of the utmost importance. Well I didn't talk about it here. It was a conscious choice. Truth be told I'm not sure why I made it. Yesterday though... was K's sixth birthday. My little girl has gone