The term is coming to an end and thank the goddess for that. The children are exhausted, Iggy has nits (over three days we found 50 something eggs but only one lice) and it's a few days until his birthday, which of course I don't want to think about because we have crazy birthday party senario and I have a major journal deadline arrrrrggggggggghhhhh. On Saturday I will cook and cook and just hope that he may somehow appreciate it. Mothers are made to love and children are made to be loved. You don't get the love back and that seems to be the facts - they love us no doubt, however we are secondary as they look over our shoulders to the big world out there.
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