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January 28, 2013

I have children’s books hidden in my room because to read them one more time might send me ALL THE WAY OVER THE EDGE.

I might smile sweetly, but I have no sympathy for your business trip (i.e.: night alone in a hotel room), client dinner (aka: eating food someone else prepared while it’s still hot with people who don’t sing the theme song to Backyardigans halfway through the meal) or happy hour (do I even need to translate that?). No sympathy. None. Like, at all.

BG thinks all her princesses have lost their shoes. They are in a bag in my closet.

I’m jealous of my 3-year-old’s wardrobe.

Yesterday when she took my bracelet, I didn’t use it as a teaching moment. I didn’t quietly respond as an adult mother to her child. I snatched it and said “That’s mine! Get your own!”

I’m 33 years old and I still do my homework on the way to school. (just now it’s Bible study questions and it’s before we leave the house because Brynna can’t drive)

I only finished the Bible study questions because Lois, my 85-year-old group leader, would call me out for not being prepared.

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