The Progeny
I'll try...
...to get something up about Trevor's birthday...soon.
There's just something about spending time making a birthday cake and decorating it so lamely that it stinks and then making supper and getting the entire kitchen dirty and then having to clean the whole thing up and by that time your back aches and you would not be-LIEVE how many dishes there were and by the way what's the point of decorating a cake when people are just going to hack it apart anyway and I folded three loads of laundry and did I mention my back's aching? and even though Trevor's six years old he is acting pathetic as though he needs help getting dressed and since he's the baby I guess I'll help him and that pretty much makes me a bad mom so that's why I'm too tired to post.
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 9:00 PM
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Hee hee hee...I was just making fun of the mothers who help their daughters get dressed in the locker room at the swimming pool on Monday. But, you know, perhaps I have to lash out and make fun of them 'cause I'm secretly jealous 'cause my momma would have said, "You'll dress yourself or you'll go naked! [slap slap]" Well, maybe not with that much violence. It's good that you take the time to help him. He'll remember, and he'll treat his own children with the same patience and love. I'm pretty sure I'd react differently, but possibly not in a good way.
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