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May 04, 2009

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@sweetbabboo

OMG, that's it exactly. That's the best description I've ever read for this parenting job. I'm constantly telling my husband it feels as though I'm drowning. I'm drowning in the everyday tasks lest I even dream of the progressive tasks (repainting, cleaning closets, etc).

I'm dying right along with you and we aren't even potty training. I absolutely refuse to start until... who knows. Until never.

-Abby

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