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Definitely one of the worst parenting days on record. Lots of frustrations, lots of yelling, even more temper tantrums, very few happy campers. However, I was able to get SO MANY of the things done that are plaguing me as we approach our move. I even Gordo'd my way into getting Costco to let me purchase something (in fact all of the luggage we need to move) without a membership card.
This is THE story of my parenting life. It always feels like to assuage one looming to-do list, I have to sacrifice another. I'm never sure whose "needs" I'm supposed to be fulfilling because inevitably, whatever I choose will be leave something else undone, someone else unfulfilled.
Reading Justine's beautiful essay makes me want to hope that I can do this. I can be this person. This conflicted, imperfect, but somehow okay mother of two boys, wife of one, individual above all.Labels: The Boy Factory |
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I hate it when I have a worst day on record. I eat too much Ghiradelli Twilight dark chocolate on those days.
You can do it. Because if I can do it, you, the more capable one, can do it too.
Moving just stinks all around.
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Name: Reluctant Nomad
Home: Austria
About Me: I photograph banal subjects to remind myself of the beauty in everyday life. I have two little boys who love me even when I'm crazy and a hubby who loves me in spite of it.
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I hate it when I have a worst day on record. I eat too much Ghiradelli Twilight dark chocolate on those days.
You can do it. Because if I can do it, you, the more capable one, can do it too.
Moving just stinks all around.