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{April 28, 2009}   Each and every time this child is…

Ungrateful, willful, and disrespectful, I plan to remind him/her/it of just how much I hate to puke. And I plan to keep a tally. Oh yes, I do. It hit this afternoon. I really hate this feeling, but I have no one to blame but myself. (The husband? Yeah, the husband! I’m not at fault at all! It’s his fault!) Oh, and could you stop the gas pains, please? It’s freaking me out. I’m already scared to death I’m gonna have a “We do not speak its name” moment. I don’t need any encouragement. At all. Ever. I promise. I will show so much concern, you’ll have to tell me to stop, there, Little Bit. Don’t worry, you will not be ignored or neglected.  I plan to make you just as obsessive-compulsive as I am.  Because, of course, I’m perfect.   It’s the rest of the world that has a problem.  Yes, that is what gets me through the night, now you mention it.

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