Last night I went over to Molly's house and played with her awesome nieces. They have not learned that no matter how hard they try, I cannot be taken down in "wrestling." We made gingerbread houses and went to the store (I'm glad they came because it was hilarious to watch them run around Vons in pj's).
I got to talk to "Momma Fite" about life. She completely cleared my mind of concern.
This morning my mom stopped by my room before heading off to work. We got to talk a little bit as well.
I have arrived at this conclusion: mothers, though imperfect, are nearly always able to make sense of everything and give order to what would otherwise be a chaotic existence.
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