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Look What I Can(‘t) Do
My life is a lot easier when I remember which things I do well, and admit where I need help. Recently, I made an awesome, fabulous trade that saved me hours and hours of time. Abby had an important event at school. A really cool event, actually. Each middle school student picked a notable historical…
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I have to wash my hair.
Greg and I have a large capacity for handling sick kids. In the middle of the night, by just the light of the moon and an LED nightlight, we can change vomit-laced sheets, reroute children to new beds, stop bloody noses in less than 5 minutes flat, open up asthmatic airways, and correctly dose medications…
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The Hairried Truth
I’m not saying I have under-the-chin hairs. Thick, black hairs that grow out of my lily white skin for everyone to see. But, hypothetically speaking, if I did have under-the-chin hairs, I’d have to find time in my busy schedule to pluck them. We moms are a busy breed. We squeeze in things any way…
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Cocky or Confident?
This is a picture of my brother: I’m using it without permission. I stole it off of his gmail status. It’s not a very good picture. (Why are you using this picture, Jeff? You look like you’re being successfully hypnotized.) I’m just calling it right now – I’ve already managed to make my mom really…