How do I know parenting requires death to self? Because tonight, while Mrs. Curmudgeon was at a Bible study, I tried to watch Lost, but Thing Two insisted on yelling, running around, and breaking the blinds while he was supposed to be asleep. And what I was thinking, of course, was "Can't I catch a break? Can't I have a moment for myself, to do what I want to do?"
No, of course.
That's how I know.
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