Everything that's wrong with me is my own fault, anyway.

Awww, Erin, I don't mean to get on your case when you're sniveling and poor. I just get worried about you sometimes.

I realized after about four months, that, besides co-sleeping, I was pretty much attachment parenting. But, as with anything, extremists make me itch. This potty thing strikes me as extremist. I think holding a 4 month old infant over the sink to pee every five minutes for an hour is EXTREME. And messy. And possibly gross. The article kept talking about "sinks" Um, I brush my teeth over our bathroom sink. I don't want pee in my sink. I sure as hell don't want pee in my kitchen sink.

I realized it when I was randomly searching for something, came across an AP FAQ, and went, "Huh."

I found the no-diaper thing in a similar search, and also went, "Huh."

The second "Huh." contained a much larger portion of "WTF???".

We'll switch to cloth at about 6 months or so, but until that point, I'm happy with Huggies. And, dude, I'm not going to breastfeed over a bucket. (And, really, if that no-diaper thing was so great, how come for THOUSANDS OF YEARS, parents have been sticking things on baby butts to keep the output contained? Hmm??)

(And, really, if that no-diaper thing was so great, how come for THOUSANDS OF YEARS, parents have been sticking things on baby butts to keep the output contained? Hmm??)

I have the same comment about "childbirth isn't supposed to hurt".

I just brought our cat home from boarding. He is stalking around the house yowling loudly. I DIDN'T LIKE IT THERE. AT ALL. LET ME IN. LET ME OUT. LET ME IN.

Everything that's wrong with me is my own fault, anyway.

Well, yeah, 'cuz you're human. Perfection would be dull as fucking ditchwater. You already have a perfect ass, love, and a prettyboy fucktoy. This is more than many of us can boast.

I totally sympathise on the financial nightmare thing, because me and financially stability = not mixy things. Cool that you've got catfood, so that's one less thing to worry about. Right, let's look at the other things - there's the flat being messy (which is going to feed into your state of mind and help you feel hopeless about the other messy bits of your life, er, unless you're nothing at all like me, in which case forget I said that); there's the allergy thing; there's the uncertainty about the new kitty; there's the overdraft thing.

Don't fret about trying to fix yourself. You're good. You're cool. You're stylish. You're sexy. You're very fucking clever. You're not ever going to be Accountant Girl, from the sounds of it, but that's not a bad thing. The shitty things that are all in-your-face-ish right now are fixable. Is the rent okay? Do you have foreseeable sources of income/immediate bill issues?

Fay is wise. Erin, stuff happens, and none of what you are dealing with right now means that you are a bad person in any way. I hope things begin to improve soon.

I am a month behind on rent. I have income for the next week, and hopefully my temp place will have a new assignment starting next Monday for me.

I am out of cigarettes. I just had a sobbing fit in the ladies room because the binding machine wouldn't work right. I look like fucking shit now, and I think I may throw up at any minute.

And I am going to stop writing now, because I am sick of the sound of my own sniveling.

Erin, you aren't sniveling. These are not easy things to deal with. How long 'til you can leave wherever you are?

5 o clock. Then I have to run my time sheet to the agency before 5:30.

And I AM sniveling. I wish I had some concealer.

{{{Erin}}}

I am looking into an area rug. Just have to fit it in the finances. I even have it picked out. [link]

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Or that one.