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Too Many

My children, mainly John know of my many doctors. And I hate it. On Monday I had to go to the doctor for just a ‘regular’ appointment and John was full of questions. “Are we going to the doctor with the doggy?” That is my psychiatrist. “Are we going to the doctor with the sand …

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Run, John, Run!

You may know that my John is a bit stubborn. Just a bit. Last year when he did a session of soccer skills in the spring it was more like Daddy and Mommy doing soccer skills, red light green light etc and John sucking his fingers. But he insisted that he wanted to play this year. So we …

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Where I’ve Been

Things have been a little . . . rough. And I haven’t shared this with anybody except my husband and brother and sister in law. (Sorry mom :/) It’s not the depression so much as a new med I tired for my anxiety and mood swings. Oh, the anxiety. So we tried a new med. …

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Not MY Kids

It’s spring. Which means the windows are open. Which means the world can now hear my children yelling at each other. And I’d like you all to know something. Those aren’t my kids you hear yelling. Those aren’t my kids screaming, “He spit at me!” while the spitter laughs manically. Those aren’t my kids yelling, …

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60 minutes

One hour. 60 minutes. 3,600 seconds. That’s all I want. That’s all I ask. I ply them with brand new Crayola Color Wonder paper and markers. Coloring books. Coloring pages. I used to bring toys, but that proved intolerable. I bribe them with food when I think a mess won’t be made. I glare. I …

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Pesky immigration

So. Today while I was driving to pick Sarah up from school, I was rear ended. John and I are totally fine. The van is fine. The other guy is fine. Wait. No. No he is notfine. He is a dirty rotten scoundrel. He is a player, said like this: playah.  He is a liar with …

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Dear John

Four years! Four years, little man, since I first held you and marveled at the fact that you were indeed a boy. I’ve spent the day thinking about how I kept telling the docs I was in labor, I was contracting, and they didn’t believe me. Who can blame them? Every time I got in …

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