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Desperate Working Mommas

Your one-stop site for fanatical television snarking, questionable political analysis, occasional attempts to address the parenting issues facing working mothers, and halfhearted promises to stop obsessing about the entertainment industry, already! Oh, not to mention the random bitching and moaning. There's always that.

: Name: Cat; Location: United States

I am one of many desperate working mommas. I am also a recovering Senior English teacher. I share my life with That Guy I Married (TGIM) and our three crazy kiddos.

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Thursday, January 20, 2005

How To Be My New Best Friend (or NOT)

This morning my lovely 5-year-old came up behind me as I was getting dressed. Her constant flow of chatter stopped briefly. Mid "America, The Beautiful," I believe.

Suddenly I felt a warm little finger poke me. Poke me! Well, more specifically, I felt a warm little finger poke my, oh, let's optimistically call it a slight "love handle," shall we? (I was bent over at the time, struggling into my exercise pants, so there may have been-- perhaps-- a slight bulge.)

"Fluffy!" she said happily.

Fluffy?

I have quite recently (like, two minutes ago) come to the conclusion that children are bad for the momma's self-esteem.

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