The longer I stay with this mothering gig the more I realize how ill equipped I am to do an honorable job of it. The three of them are more than me. They have ever growing needs, needs that tonight I just don’t seem to be meeting. Tonight I am grateful, as I am always, that they were all born singletons.
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I hear you there. Except sometimes I harbour fantasize that Diva Girl was twins. It seems to me that there’s enough of HER in there for two people. At least in two bodies, she should have been able to entertain *herself*, right?