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November 11, 2007


Lori at Spinning Yellow

SM and Tulipmom -
As bad as I had feared, huh? Reminds me of how my aunt said her marriage has survived because my uncle plays golf every weekend.

And Tulipmom, thank-you for the detailed comment! I feel better about the present, sometimes you just have to give in!


1. D. has been "working" (don't ask) at home for the past 2 months. Thank G-d he starts at his new office in a few weeks. I'm not sure our marriage can take much more of this.

2. I'm impressed with the shoe-tying. I'm already worrying about what size the velcro shoes go up to.

3. I finally broke the news about the Aquadots to SB yesterday. Thankfully he took it much better than I expected.

4. I totally understand having to get him a present for braving the cavity. Ask me why SB has slept through the night for the past 5 nights (and not at all for the previous 2 months!!!) ..... we promised him a present after a week's worth of sleeping. D. thinks it's crazy we have to PAY our kid to sleep. In a sense, it is but having limited the gift to $20, I'm pretty sure our sleep is worth $2-3 a night. And shame on that hygienist for not listening to your concerns. Don't they know our kids need to know what to expect?

5. Glad to hear you're feeling better.

slouching mom

Funny, my husband uses our fourth bedroom as an office when he's not at work. And I won't pretend it's not stressful, because it can be. I feel that I have to shush the kids, when they shouldn't really have to be shushed in their own home. It's a doable arrangement, but it's not the best.

I'm glad you're starting to feel a bit better, friend.


Glad you are feeling better.

Ditto Kristen's comment...I am feeling so unoriginal this morning.


I'm glad to hear you're feeling a little better physically. Sending you a hug for that one.

And as for the hubby working from home...Yes, you may have to get a job just to get some of your privacy back. But, seriously, all good. And I'm with you on the dentist. And the aqua dots. And the damn bath soap. And every last bit of it.

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