{{{JZ}}} Poor you. You sound so frayed and exhausted. I agree with flea. Is there anyone you could call to come over?

And, you don't piss and whine and moan all the time. Hell, you were just sharing amazing pictures that you love.

Hang in there.

And, totally unrelated, Steph, insent.

I don't want to be this kind of parent or wife or Bitch,

Sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but we all are. We all piss and moan about the stuff that is breaking us. The first 6 months of motherhood were the hardest for me. It's daily chore just to get through without ripping your tits off or selling the baby to the highest bidder on CraigsList. Same goes for the husband. And we have all been blessed with wonderful, supportive spouses. I think it's just inherent.

We are your Bitches, your sounding board, your sisters and brothers in parenthood, your sometimes surrogate spouses, and most importantly, your friends. If you can't piss and moan to us, then who can you?

Call someone to come and take over for a spell. Then take a walk around the block and try to think of pretties.

What Aimee said, JZ. I read those posts and nod like a bobble-head. It's normal and you need support. It's ok to vent that stuff because if you don't vent, you'll feel isolated and crazy. When you're not. Everyone feels that way.

I wish I was closer so I could trade your screamer for the one of mine who keeps stuffing interesting things into the toilet to see what'll happen.

I mean, obviously we're here, but bodily present help is a big help

It would be, but the only person I can think of is working weekends right now. If I'd had the good sense to hit my limit a couple of hours earlier, I might have pinged a localista or three, but at 5:00 on a Saturday there's probably noone about (speaking of which, I can't remember the last time Emily posted -- has middle school succeeded in eating her from her bottom?)

It does kinda help just being here with y'all, actually.

Mememe-est post in the history of ever:

Not. even. close.

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(speaking of which, I can't remember the last time Emily posted -- has middle school succeeded in eating her from her bottom?)

I just talked to her a little while ago, actually. She's on break and leaving for vacation tomorrow morning.

More {{{{JZ}}}}

I can't remember the last time Emily posted

Just yesterday I was going through my bookmarks and saw an Emily post from long ago, and wondered the same thing.

xposty, of course.

Aw, Lee, thanks... tomorrow may or may not be all booked up. I'll know in a few minutes.

Now I'm crying at everyone's kindness, which is much better and more comforting than crying to try to drown out the baby screams.

{{JZ}} You're normal. I don't know why we ever have more than one. It's not forgetting the pain of delivery, at least for me. It's forgetting the pain of infancy.

Even if the baby cries for the whole time you're gone, if you get the chance to hand her off and walk away for 20 minutes, you should take it. I'm sorry no one's available right now. If you can't stand it anymore, my pediatrician told me it's perfectly acceptable to put them in the bed and walk away, as long as you know they're fed, dry and warm.

eta: my slowness is directly attributable to my screaming meemies, and they don't even have the excuse of infancy.