We had some serious weeping from the little one this evening, about, in no particular order, the fact that she cannot have an early birthday, that I have not yet sewed the two-millimeter hole in her stuffed bear, about going to bed and about wanting "my own pet, a bunny pet, I've always wanted my own pet." Oh yeah, and pants, I believe there was some crying about pants. Summer school starts tomorrow. A little anxiety anyone?
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Periodic epiphanies and other less-than-profound musings from the North.
About Me
- MG
- I'm a mother and friend and daughter who sometimes moonlights as a writer, editor, designer, photographer and superflak. I'm a lousy bureaucrat and don't really know what it feels like to be middle-of-the-road about anything.
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