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Not only did I give Sam boxed macaroni and cheese for dinner, I gave him the cut-rate Wal-mart version. And I served it to him with . . . wait for it . . . canned peas. Although I did make the mac n' cheese with organic milk, so that ought to be worth something.

And this after I've used disposable diapers, have never co-slept and weaned Sam when he was 14 months old.

If you don't hear from me for awhile, it's because the hippy-dippy Mother Superior crowd has lynched me and locked me up in Bad Mommy jail. They're already after my ass because I did sleep training with Sam . . . the canned peas are just going to push them over the edge.

Posted 11 March 2005 at 07:23 PM