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Oh, the mental image, WITH the mom jeans....
 
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It ain't a cafeteria...they eat it or they go without. I don't make separate meals for everyone. I don't have the time or energy. Now I did try to avoid making things that I know one or the other child hated, but I never made special requests.
 
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Okay, this is from a rule-abiding person in a mega-rule-abiding part of the country (not the frontier that you live in, seriously):
so they just build their houses, wire the electricity and do the plumbing themselves and never get inspected for safety, etc?
 
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Okay, this is from a rule-abiding person in a mega-rule-abiding part of the country (not the frontier that you live in, seriously):
so they just build their houses, wire the electricity and do the plumbing themselves and never get inspected for safety, etc?

You can do that where I live. You only need a permit for your sewage system and if your slick you can do it yourself and probably not get caught.
 
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Okay, this is from a rule-abiding person in a mega-rule-abiding part of the country (not the frontier that you live in, seriously):
so they just build their houses, wire the electricity and do the plumbing themselves and never get inspected for safety, etc?

Sounds crazy, doesn't it?
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Feeling the same...maybe I should try mom jeans.......i have a caffeine headache and I got an eye roll because I didn't want to drive to town and run errands......what ever! I'm the one with a job. I'm the one paying bills and doing everything yet I get eyes rolled at me????

Is it possible that we are just too different any more? Have we really gotten this far off track, not wanting the same things anymore?

He actually said the other day if I move to Wyoming then I won't have to work and I can sleep in every day and then we'll be happy. Really? Until he gets mad and quits...then I'm homeless and jobless.....This is not the solution.

Calgon, take me away!
 
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[imagining tonight's dinner table scenario... little chirplings and picky hubby sitting at table with their knives and forks in their grimy little fists, looking up at Orchidpants. Momma Orchidpants calmly walks to cabinet, gets out a can of tuna, calmly walks to table while applying an angelic smile on her red face and sets the can of tuna down in the middle of the table. They look at her and she suddenly remembers! Calmly walks to kitchen drawer, removes can opener and smilingly walks to dinner table and sets in down next to can of tuna. .....scene fades away at this point...]
 
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