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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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9:21 p.m. - 2003-10-17
Ye Gods, another entry. But the visitation by the out-laws has been pushed back until Sunday. Honestly my first thought was, “Well yippee skippy, NOW I have to clean all over again in two days!” and then I remembered that I clean every day anyhow (New House Rules). Plus I really hadn’t done much about dinner, though a phone call a bit earlier in the day WOULD have been nice, and wasn’t stuck with a 38lb lasagna or anything. I miss Alex. For his own self, of course, but Wolf is driving me mad. I need to get away from him. I want to go to the movies. Alex took a lot of the pressure off. My built-in babysitter and back-up Wolf distraction. I can’t believe I ever begged this child to speak. Now it’s yap, yap, yap all the live long day and most of the time it’s stupid shit he’s said a thousand times already. “Dad and Wolf have black and white sneakers and Mom has blue and white sneakers!” says my demented child with breathless wonder like he’s just stumbled onto something utterly amazing and life changing, like somehow the color of our sneakers is akin to Albert Schweitzer’s discovery for the antigen to Yellow Fever. And I get this same pithy observation at least 14 times a day. Christ! I know some of it isn’t his fault. But this kind of thing would wear out a saint. Hell, Mahatma Gandhi would eventually give the kid a swat and scream, “I DON’T FUCKING CARE! IF YOU SAY THE SNEAKER THING ONE MORE TIME I WILL KICK YOU TIL YOU’RE DEAD!” Yup, I need a night out. Time to start canvassing the neighborhood for babysitters. ~LA
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