1. Turning 42. This one hit me hard. But my actual birthDAY was lovely because John took the day off work and we briefly luxuriated in 2-parent parenting on a non-weekend day.
2. Carpool. I just hate it. And the newbies and G-parents picking up are beyond frustrating. Also the woman who insists, every day, on driving past all of us rules-followers and weaseling in some random way to pick up her kid before everyone else. Ballsy, but reprehensible.
3. The Triplet Tummy. It's buggin' the tar out of me lately. It's driven by vanity, but I'm allowing myself a few days of self-pity. I'll get over it.
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