Contradiction
There is a part of me that wants to cuddle with the kid and then the other part of me wants my days to myself. There is the part of me that will let cars merge into my lane on the freeway, but if they won’t let me in then I threaten to take off the front of their car with mine. Seriously, I will do it. Don’t tempt me. There is the part of me that would give anything away, but if you assume that I am going to, you are dead wrong. My favorite foods are those that have brown sugar in them, and then when I am finished I feel like I have just prostituted myself. I refuse to have clutter in my house. Why then is it so cluttered in here? I will discipline Gentry and any other child that comes to my house to misbehave, but where is my discipline? I expect to be treated fairly, and I expect you to feel the same about treating me fairly.