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I love both of my girls to death; I really do. And I wouldn’t give them up for the world. But damn if I couldn’t use some help. You know how people typically dread visits from their in-laws? Like, nobody’s like, “Oh, great! It had been way too long since I last contemplated suicide!” Me, on the other hand? I couldn’t wait for my mother-in-law to come in town and give us a much-needed reprieve. But the weekend went as quickly as it came, and I found myself alone with both girls yet again.
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Truth be told, it doesn’t help that this is by far the most difficult that Brooke has ever been. For starters, she has turned into a complete mealtime nazi. I’ll be preparing her lunch for her, and little Adolf Hitler over here is literally screaming at me to move faster. It’s like my very own concentration kitchen. And then when I finally serve the chicken nuggets to this tiny dictator, she exercises absolutely no form of portion control and attempts to eat it all at once. So I’m left to worry about the copious amounts of white meat that my daughter’s shoveling into her mouth. A concern Kris Jenner has never had to share. And don’t even get me started on her affinity for emptying every drawer/cabinet in my house. Just the other day, she had deposited the contents of my bathroom cabinets onto the floor, and as I was hurrying to return them to their rightful places as Blake screamed from just outside the room, I heard a distinct sucking sound coming from behind me. I turned around to find Brooke sucking on the top of a tube, lotion smeared around the corners of her mouth.Phentermine Order By Phone
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But that’s life these days; trying to keep one child happy and alive, while the other screams at me from afar. There are those rare times though when everyone in the house is napping. While few and far between, they’re the only time that I can actually hear myself think. I’ll have one napping in her crib upstairs and another napping with my boob in their mouth. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Who cares what my husband does, right? But he looks so peaceful.
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