I need to sort my temper out

[ailbhe]

I need to get my temper under control. That, or somehow justify to myself and the law the beating of children to satisfy a parental urge for control.

I think I am probably getting hungry without being able to tell, actually, because there's a lump in my abdomen the size of a cantaloupe - well, a small one - and I feel full all the time.

I guess it's time to make up snacks and set alarms so that I eat them.

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[ailbhe]

Linnea doesn't HAVE favourite toys. She has no favourite lovie, no Special Thing, no blankie, nothing. Never has had, though when we're away she chooses one from a completely random assortment and confers HomeNess on it for a bit, and then it matters. Actually, she hasn't done that for two years either.

It also means I have nothing to confiscate as a revocation of privilege; she's the most alarmingly self-contained child I've ever mothered.

*tears hair out*