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So tonight my little family and I were rushing to leave our house. As usual, we were running late and scrambling for keys, a few bites of dinner and little hands. 

In a hurry to set the house alarm and lock the door, I grated the knuckles of my left hand against the brick exterior of our home. 

Tired and huffy and frustrated, I stopped, shouted a bunch of what my son pointed out were very naughty words, sat down on my porch and cradled my bleeding hand, gulping hard against tears.

Read the rest of this post <a href="http://www.tulsakids.com/?q=confessions-work-home-mom-instead-stiff-drink">on my blog at TulsaKids.com</a>.

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