Seriously, I'm going to do it this time. I'm packing up all my shit and taking off for the hills. What to take with me...hmm...clothes (few, definately no bras), toothbrush & toothpaste, emergency supply of chocolate and coke (the good coke with all the sugar), vibrator with some decent lube, pics of kids...damn...maybe the kids could come too
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I'd forgotten how funny you are! Glad to hear about your test. You rock! I agree, it would be nice to know how well our health practitioners did on their tests. We could make better choices.
Yes, threes are way worse than twos any day. If a two-year-old is upset, just give him a cookie or show him Barney. But the three-year-old throws the cookie and hits Barney!! When my firstborn was three, I ended up yelling at him almost every single day. I felt like a bad mom. Then when he turned four, it was like I got my child back. "Oh, where have you been?"
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