Hey, it could be worse. You could have to ask Greg to babysit his own child (and yes, use the term babysit) and arrange said babysitting around his 'shows'.



(did that help?)

NA - I'm sure there's one of those for pet owners. :evil:

So far, the bunnies have been far more destructive, but we have yet to hit the TERRIFIC twos. ;)

The goat in the grocery story was my favorite.

Page 449, baby. Page 449. :cool:

Acceptance is the key to all of my problems.......

It's gets better. :)

It will all end in tears.

I hope people don't get the wrong idea from my posts here.

I easily find joy in my every day life and really couldn't ask for better. I'm the luckiest person in the world.

For some reason I can't think in those terms when dealing some fiddly little piece of crap that doesn't work. You know when you reach for a shirt in the closet and the hanger gets stuck on other hangers and you pull harder and other clothes fall off hangers and you're yanking and it's still stuck and suddenly you're cursing the invention of hangers and closets and why can't things just work?? It's all yuppie angst, I know. I just get so angry at stupid small crap.

Another point, just to be clear - I've had these issues my whole life, and they are not postpartum. I've been beating back surges of annoyance since forever.

Well, when you get pissed at little things, think how grateful you are that there are only little things to get pissed at. I think the past week or so has shown that things could be MUCH worse.

My ever-caring Mom used to say "Stop whining, or I'll give you something to really whine about".