Ariel Gore, in The Mother Trip, advises mothers to throw out their irons. So I'm one step ahead.
When we got married, we registered for an iron, thinking maybe it was time we had one, but no one bought it. That's ok. We probably never would have used it.
She also gives permission to loaf. Also one step ahead, although it's nice to be given permission.
I get really annoyed when people go through the express lane with more than the specified number of items. Though I have occasionally snuck through.
I have many double standards.
I don't always get every speck of rice cereal off Ezra after he's eaten. That stuff is like cement.
Since my son is a lousy sleeper (but so great in all other categories) I have no memory and need to write down everything. Now I even make lists of things I want to do or talk about. Sad...
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