I have been CRAVING contact with my boys. I just want to hug them, and play with them, and look at them, and admire them. I crave it so much it almost hurts! And next week, I have to go away for work.
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I am totally dead-set on working part-time next year, but I have to get through this year first. I sometimes fear that something will happen to my boys in the meantime, so that when I do finally take the time to be with them, it will be too late. I can be so peasant-ly superstitious sometimes. Why would that be? It would be the worst kind of torment, that's why...
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