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If you switch to the new holiday template, you'll see what my happy hell looks like --complete with home-made gluten-free chocolote chip cookies.
Yes. I am that kind of mother.
Which is why my happy children conspire on a daily basis to deny me of my right to be a depressed, sullen, angry and resentful bitch. They force me to be happy and grateful.
Bastards.
Such is life.
Such is the hell I've chose to live in.
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