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So Many Thoughts....

I'm not sure if I should laugh, cry, call a counselor, or buy another parenting book. 

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  1. Oh, Erin, I laughed so hard. Like, slapped the desk several times hard.

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  2. I read it to Danny but he couldn't understand a word I was saying because I got all squeaky with laughter. I cried laughing and that has not happened for a long time. Thanks!!

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