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May 04, 2009


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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.


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