As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Nightmare On Ridge Way
I was yelling at Zachary for something the other day, right before his nap.
He got into bed and I tucked him in, still acting highly irritated at him.
As I walked out, he said in his pretending-to-be-sad-so-that-it-pushes-your-sympathy-button voice..."Mom, I will go to sleep, and when I sleep I will have a dream about you not being mad at me anymore..."
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