Peck, Peck, Peck
My friend Heidi had a plaque that read “Being a mother is like being pecked to death by chickens
My friend Heidi had a plaque that read “Being a mother is like being pecked to death by chickens
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January 18th, 2008 at 7:07 AM
So, Henry and Ruthie must have been cloned at birth, because I often feel the same frustrations. We should talk. And have drinks. Really. I’ve tried some tactics that seem to be working, and you said things are going better for you – maybe we can compare notes and help each other out.
January 28th, 2008 at 12:49 PM
O M G – My kids do this to me all the time!!! I know exactly how you feel. And my youngest is almost 11. I don’t think it ever stops. lol