If you keep doing the impossible for people they begin to expect it.
I wonder if my body still believes I'm pregnant on some level.
"The body keeps the score."
*neuroscientist snorts* "The brain keep the score; the body is the scorecard."
Moving the elf on the shelf around hasn't been nearly as bad as I was expecting.
Nice Lyra therapist surprises.
The vegan-ist lussekatter dough must be made this afternoon for L's school. Or...tomorrow morning? Let's hope some epigenetics kick in. And that some of the Swedish rolled out in the genetic craps table of my being.
3 hours later: S has picked a hole in the downstairs bathroom door. I called in to work 30 minutes before my shift to take her to school because S says that’s not his responsibility. Because I have so much more free time than him and my job doesn’t pay as well. And that my decisions impact our family but his do not.
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