I'm not small enough to fit in a box.

Boxes come in all sizes.

Cool. Send me a Teppy-sized box and I'm good.

Steph -- thing is, bears don't get to wear cherry print dresses.

Maybe not, but *I* don't want to be the person who has to tell the bear that.

I'd love to find a cave too (obviously, not the same one, since it defeats the point of the whole thing) but I'm too terribly attached to what's causing my problem.

If people just stopped *needing* things from me, there'd be no problem. But they do, so my response is clear: run away.

I have been a long time believer that what separates adults from children is desperately WANTING a nap, and desperately NEEDING a nap.

Gud, I really don't get that.

I don't really get that either. I do get to deal with it though. Okay, I've got my important bills lined up and looking through the bank account activity it looks like she at least called in payments for the mortgage and the car.

On the plus side, if I'm handling the money maybe I can figure out the mystery of why we're seemingly always sort on money when the car payment plus mortgage is only 1/4 of my net income.

if I'm handling the money maybe I can figure out the mystery of why we're seemingly always sort on money

I fear there is another unhappy revelation in your near future. I don't know what but that doesn't make sense either.

ImememeNews:

The YMCA I emailed last week called me! I called them this morning and they hadn't gone through the resumes yet, but she called while I was on my way home tonight! Whooo! I really really want this job. Maybe it'll turn into something I could do full time!

Gud. I have no words, love. Strength and patience to you.

Owen's eyes are exactly like Cash's.

I'm being an armchair psychiatrist here, Gud, but your wife sounds like she's severely depressed. Is she taking anything?

Yep, she's taking stuff (I know the stuff and the dosage, but I feel weird posting that).

Gud, I'm so sorry things are so rotten right now.

I apologize for my own whining -- bad timing on my part.

If people just stopped *needing* things from me, there'd be no problem

Ah, see, I'm my problem. I need too many things from me, and that sets off a chain reaction I can't quite control, and can't quite pull out of.

People stopping needing things from me would be nice, but it'd be stopgap, at best. I need to learn to take care of myself properly, or someone to step in and pick up the slack for just a little while. Uhuh, right.

Yikes, Gud. She stopped paying and didn't tell you? Can you talk to her spiritual guide at her church? I mean, this puts your kids at risk, which is really scary and does sound like depression.