My children have plenty of good reasons (well, bad reasons, really - childhood trauma's a b!tch) for the way they sometimes behave. I adore them both and would cheerfully walk through fire for them. Considering we fought through 10 years of infertility and then battled the adoption system for them, sometimes it feels like we have.
Those reasons notwithstanding, evenings like this one, when their behaviour just deteriorates past the point of no return, just suck. Big time.
Roll on spring. I need plot time to feed my soul.
Those reasons notwithstanding, evenings like this one, when their behaviour just deteriorates past the point of no return, just suck. Big time.
Roll on spring. I need plot time to feed my soul.
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