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November 7, 2007
It's not looking good
I'm amazed at how one sentence can make me feel loved, guilty, and angry at the same time.
Just before they walked out the door, Jamie announced that she wanted me to take her to preschool instead of Rex. I was technically clothed, albeit in a pair of jeans that neither buttoned or zipped, but totally unprepared. Flattered to be asked, but peeved when she started crying when I told her I needed more than 20 seconds warning, while Rex stood by the door, keys already in hand. And guilty because it apparently meant enough for her to cry (ok, that's not really a good litmus test for "meaningful" for her), and while I probably could have gotten it together in time to get her to school, I didn't.
I'm hoping this doesn't mean we're in for a repeat of yesterday afternoon, which was hell with bells on.
Posted by me at November 7, 2007 9:06 AM