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Just some thoughts...

I have made some changes to my blogroll. Please Go see these blogs. Some are political, some are for the mommies, and some are just damn funny. I really enjoy what all of these people have to say and I suppose if you are reading my blog you might enjoy them too.
This will probably be a pretty random post...like the title says, some thoughts....
My mom died a few years ago of breast cancer. I have gotten used to the idea of her not being around, but every now and then I just want my Mom. I don't think you ever get to old to want to talk to Mom. My Mom and I had a love hate relationship. We both had such strong wills (stubborn), but we love strong too. Sometimes I just want to tell her...
I am tired.
What is that bump on Emily's eye? (Dr. Appt?)
I think I yelled to much at the kids today.
I feel a little overwhelmed with the idea of turning these three monkeys into people.
I have been way too moody (prozac?)
I need a night out with just my husband. Could you babysit?
I love you.
Every now and then I am struck with the I miss my mommy blues!
Watch out, I am weepy tonight!!!Next...
Along time ago I had this friend (we will call her h). H and I had been friends since the 4th grade. That is a long ass time people. She was always so very good to me. I on the other hand, not so good. When she started her family, I was no where to be found. I would say I was coming and never show. I never offered to babysit, even just to give her a break for a shower. I know this will not be excuse enough, I just didn't see it. I was too wrapped up in my own miserable life. I now have kids (she babysat when the twins were 3 weeks old, so I could nap), I have had to look inside myself (which you seem to do a shit load of when you become a parent), and I have had to make some changes. I now have a wonderful life (I did not say easy, but so very full of love) and I unfortunately cannot share that with her. The funny thing is that the straw that broke the camels back for her was actually something I was innocent of. I have made some stupid mistakes, I have disappointed,and I have been one of those know it alls who did not have kids, but said "I won't do that with my kid". Scheesh, I was a dumbass sometimes...god it sucks to admit it, but I am not perfect. Well, I love H regardless and miss her very much. Who knows...maybe someday

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