And sanitariums for me, if you don't mind.
You're already in one, you just haven't released your steely grip on this fantasy yet.
Perhaps this is the first sign of a breakthrough. A couple more weeks and you'll be sharing snack time with that nice Summers girl next door.
Ok. Visiting new school on Tuesday.
Huh. She's cute.
Doctor? I'll have the medication with a side of ECT. And a Diet Coke.
Diet coke on a drip = not so good. Kind of a nasty rush.
Go straight for the hard stuff - IV Mountain Dew.
Bleah. I'd rather have Jolt than Mountain Dew.
I'll just stick with the coffee, thanks.
I've been watching noodle this afternoon while he napped (and mommy and his brothers went to a birthday party). He just woke up. He wears these special shoes when he sleeps, to fix club foot I think, so he can't walk out of his room when he wakes up. So, he screams, "I WAKED UP! I WAKED UP! VAL! I WAKED UP!" It's so freaking cute.
Now he's down watching Curious George and drinking milk. Ah, the life.
See, it's what MM is going through that makes me realize it's really a good thing I'm not a parent. My solution for a rampaging toddler would probably be to build a fort out of cushions, put the munchkin in there with markers and paper, and explain that if she tries to leave the fort, horrible monsters would materialize through the cracks in the floor and eat her. At a guess, that's probably not a good parenting strategy.