B) I thought I would be doing something again soon that brings vibrancy to my soul - dancing - but turns out I can't afford to. I'm saving my pennies so I can leave town as soon as my baby isn't acting like such a baby anymore.
C) I'm sitting in a coffee shop (on borrowed time from Matt) acutely aware that I have no life and that there is none ahead of me in the foreseeable future. Who knew having kids would mean the swift execution of the person formerly known as myself. I guess I'll end on a happy note and say the old cliche , "I wouldn't trade them for anything." It's true. But that doesn't mean I can't pout.
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Pout away. It makes you a better mom. :)
You'll just have to come have a life of a time with me for a couple of weeks.
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