My mouth. Shocking, I’m sure. I can remember that one thing my parents always told me was, “It’s not what you said. It’s how you said it.” I was either sarcastic, or I was talking back, or I was mouthing off. My mom and I clashed a lot when I was in my preteen and teenage years.
I didn’t really know what to expect when I was about to deliver, so I invited everybody into the room. My mother-in-law was in the room, as well as one of my good friends. Of course my husband was there and I think I had some drop-in visitors here and there. I didn’t realize how much I would not want anybody in the room until the labor pain really kicked in.
I don’t know. All of them. They completely wreck my life and I just barely get it together. You’re lucky if I brush my teeth these days. I used to love watching TV with a nice mask on my face for 10 or 15 minutes — no more.