The parenting horrors just never cease

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Just when I have gotten used to the idea of myself as a mother of young children, and I feel like I’ve gotten a handle on how to handle the various ages and stages, I find myself having a text conversation like this with my oldest child and I’m left wondering, “Who am I? How did I get here? Is this really my life?”


I don’t know what to be more disturbed about: the fact that my 7th-grader and I like the same guy and she wants to fight me for him, or the fact that she tried to give me some kid I could’ve given birth to, myself, in exchange.

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About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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