Well, I did it. I slept for an entire night (with the help of some Tylenol PM), with no children hopping into my bed. In fact, I didn't even see a child at all until about 6:45, by which time I'd already bathed and dressed myself.
So why don't I feel happy and bouncy?
I'm thinking it's this giant cloud that's following me around. I'm going to have to do something about my home life, and I don't wanna. So, I guess, do I really have to? I mean what's really wrong in having a roommate that you trust with your children? Of course, usually roommates pay for their share of the living space, but that's another gripe...
Tomorrow is our anniversary. I don't feel much like "celebrating" this marriage. That's pretty telling, isn't it?
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Pretty telling, indeed.
Oh yes...a large heads up on that one...I'm sorry sweetie.
How will your children know true love if they've never seen it?
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