tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132626635395931767.post8571186487742124944..comments2023-03-30T09:27:56.026-07:00Comments on A Single Serving Size: Behind Enemy LinesSandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470479310687358680noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132626635395931767.post-80224310168023434632011-04-10T19:26:16.305-07:002011-04-10T19:26:16.305-07:00I'm glad I don't have to share, and your p...I'm glad I don't have to share, and your post reminds me to be thankful for it. Call me selfish, but it's the only reason why I'm glad their dad isn't at all involved. I get to be there with them all the time, I get to share everything with them and I get all the snuggles. So I totally hear you. I've never had to share and I thank the gods that shine on me every day that I don't have to. Which makes me feel like a total bitch because my kids don't have a dad. Or rather, the one they have sucks donkey balls. I don't think I'd ever want that break. I was depressed all weekend because one of my kids was at a girl guide trip!<br /><br />I would totally fail kindergarten. I hate sharing.The Dalaimamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504542393849571083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132626635395931767.post-78783858616722419162011-04-08T08:59:53.996-07:002011-04-08T08:59:53.996-07:00I agree with you. I should be happy that I get a b...I agree with you. I should be happy that I get a break one weekend a month from the kids. Instead, I am angry, lonely and pissed off at the world for having to share them. I don't want to share them, I raise them and take care of them everyday. I love having them there at all times even when they drive me crazy. You are right on with your blog.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06762624870621950312noreply@blogger.com