Why are they so DiFfErEnT???
Jun 05
Pre-children, in my days of mothering idealism, I thought that having children (and four of them at that) would be a cinch. I would get along like a mother duck with her little ducklings waddling along behind her, all in a lovely straight line with just a few little quiet quacks to let me know that all was well. I was deluded. Completely deluded. What they...
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