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Im sorry but its perfect here, a light breeze blowing from the fan, central air, my laptop happily perched on the wooden lap desk, Miles making peaceful sleeping noises wrapped in cottony goodness, in my safe house with the people and animals that perplex and love me. I cant ask for more but sometimes I do. Miles acted bad in Home Depot and I grabbed his arm twice, upset us both, fear in his eyes. Mean me, dont want
to be her.
Mom didnt make it to Miles spring sing, pissed me off, Miles was sad, dont like people dissapointing him, so innocent and openly loving. He is 7 once, just once, I appreciate life, especially his.
Marc appears germ phobic, he also said he didnt like needles. You either become a walking open sore from the pain o' life or you have a great sense of humour and life experience.
Saw Carol today, she came into the fabric store. Traumatic baby falling scene, comforting the woman suggesting ice, the old ladies not doing much to help. Wow. Even if your children are grown up and gone away arent you still a mother?