Parenting On a Good Day

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Me: Do you think they have 'family' rooms on the psychiatric unit?

DH: Who in the hell would want to room with their family? When I lose my shit I'm going into seclusion







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MiMi said…
Ha! Same here.
March 3, 2010 at 1:24 PM
Secret Mom Thoughts said…
Too funny and too true. Love the new layout.
March 3, 2010 at 3:18 PM
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