What is it with old, cranky fathers?
I don't know, but I'm trying to change.
...oh my god. I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
Yes, this clearly defines one whole quadrant of parenting.
One which I am not personally experiencing this week since Matilda is being a total boo. Not yesterday when she almost gave her Nana a nervous breakdwon, but certainly in the morning before I go to work.
HMOG I am so enraged by everything that I've given myself chest pains.
HATE. EVERYTHING.
Nora, get outta my head. No wonder I have had a headache since yesterday.
SO TIRED OF BOISE. So tired of idiot co-workers. So tired of a manager who doesn't get it. So tired of training someone who has no concept of priority. SO FARCKING TIRED.
HMOG I am so enraged by everything that I've given myself chest pains.
I mis-read this at first as "I've given myself chest hairs" - and my first thought was, "Noooo, not Nora's bosom!"
Suzi! We got the cutest picture of Matilda wearing her little A's hat/bonnet. I'll get JZ to post it tonight.
Also? Pitchers and Catchers Report! Woot!
Baseball is not enough to save my mood at the moment. That is just plain pitiful.
Adorable Matilda has potential though.
Also? Pitchers and Catchers Report! Woot!
You live in San Francisco. I thought this happened everyday.
Cindy, I'm so sorry about your continually sick family. I mean...it's sort of funny in one way (WHO WILL BE NEXT?!), but I know it's not funny at all now, and {{Cindy and family}}
I seem to have misplaced all the lovely motivation I had over the weekend. I am trying to find some to go to the market and maybe to the bookstore to get more of the Dresden Files books. Instead, I am being incredibly PMSy and I just want to stay in and eat to avoid the cold.