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[Comments] (1) In All Fairness: Dave was away for a dinner with some professors and a potential faculty member, so I took the boys out for pizza last night. This meant I didn't have to cook or clean up. Then I put the monkeys straight to bed, turned on the "baby monitor," took the speaker over to my neighbors (in the apartment building--I'm not neglectful), and went to a friend's house to make Christmas treats. This was a night off. Why wasn't it enough? I had a break, so why don't I feel like it? I can never figure out this strange juggling act of parenting.


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Posted by Susie at Thu Dec 16 2004 10:52

You took the kids out for pizza so you wouldn't have to cook, but then you made Christmas treats! Cooking isn't always relaxing.


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