Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Witching

• The witching hour has arrived early today. So stressed I can't breathe—though maybe that's my bra?

• Listening to them interact in the playroom, wondering when it will break down into tears and screaming.

• Waiting for the Daddy to arrive. The knowledge that he won't get here until an hour or more has passed is making me have a tiny panic attack.

• It could be worse. I could be pregnant.

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