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May 8, 2007
I don't know if it's PMS or what, but I hate my husband and I can't stop crying.
The girls came in and gave me a big hug and held me while I cried, and Katie kept patting me on the shoulder and saying, "Don't worry, Mama."
What am I doing to them, being this way?
Posted by me at May 8, 2007 9:42 PM