I meant to do a good deal yesterday. No, really!

I meant to do all sorts of things that need doing, but I didn't, and it was entirely Cynthia's fault! She came to me all big-eyed and lip a-trembling asking me to sit for her passel o' kidlings so that she and Fran could go see Gone With the Wind, and I said yes, which is why I didn't get a thing done.

Actually, I did get one or two things done--I did a couple of loads of laundry, dyed my hair, did more OP queue stuff, but I really did plan on doing ever so much more.

Well, I probably wouldn't have gotten things done anyway, but this way I have a great excuse.

It's entirely Cynthia's fault! Entirely!

The kids were pretty swell, actually.

Bonnie fell asleep in ten minutes, but woke an hour later, and Katie changed her while I was busy with Molly, who is in the throes of potty training at this moment and really wanted to demonstrate for me her prowess at going in the potty, but was flumoxed by the fact that she didn't really have to go!

Then Katie went to bed and Bonnie went to sleep so I put her in her little seat, and Molly was falling asleep next to me on the sofa so I took her upstairs and put her to bed, even though she was protesting "But I'm not tired, Kymmie!", but I told her three stories and she conked out.

Cynthia and Fran were suitably impressed that all of their children were not only sleeping, but actually in bed by the time they got home! Which was slightly earlier than planned, because the film broke in the last reel.

That's what they get for attempting to leave the house! Shocking!

Y'know, if I had made a different decision 11 years ago, I'd have a ten year old kid now.

I've never been sorry, it wasn't anything like a tough decision at the time--Greg and I were not married, we had no money and no insurance, the relationship was not going to last. Ten years old this month.

So I had an abortion. It hurt alot. Physically, I mean. There was no emotional pain, really, because I never bonded with the baby in my head--not even for a second. Except to say goodbye.

But now it's so long ago, and I still have no children, so this one, the one I didn't have, sometimes pops into my head. What would this child have been like? My life would be unrecognizably different.

One year ago today:
It looks like I was wearing it while eviscerating something.

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