Aw, you guys. You guys!

I do want to call this out again (from Plei, I think):

Just because someone else's year was made of explosive diaherra doesn't make yours not a poop-based structure.

SO TRUE.

And OMG SASS!! Stay around teh peoples, doggie!!!

If you have insurance that covers it at all, and you're even toying with the idea, I highly recommend therapy. It's so great! I mean, if you're me and enjoy going into a room and crying for an hour. Or 50 minutes. Well worth the co-pay. If your insurance doesn't cover it, it's definitely more of a financial consideration.

Basically, everything Jesse said, because I was going to call out that quote from Plei's post, but I had just woken up and didn't have my glasses on yet, and it was too harrrrd.

And SASS! The closest of close calls! OMG!

And with the right therapist, therapy RULES. I have had mediocre therapy before, and it's wasted my time, but I LOVE my therapist now (THANKS, SMONSTER, for the hookup) and while I feel like it's accelerated my midlife crisis, I also feel like it's accelerated my eventual getting on the other side of it.

Someone on a local listserv found a pair of abandoned red-ear sliders (turtles) that need a home. PLEASE TALK ME OUT OF ADOPTING TWO TURTLES. I CANNOT AFFORD PETS.

I realized something that's been bugging me about FlyLady, and why I will never do the shiny sink thing - she assumes that women get no help housecleaning from their partners. In my house, DH does most of the dishes and laundry. He does these things while watching movies after I've gone to bed. So while I get what the sink represents, it's never going to be my personal symbol of That One Thing I Cleaned That Proves I'm Qualified To Live Among Civilized Beings.

My insurance only covers mental health services if it entails a chemical dependency or a problem that puts me in the hospital. So, yeah, $$$$.

Sparky! That is excellent news. .. if you could get everyone on the street to make Ragu. ..

{{{Maria}}} - I, too, am hoping for a silver lining in the job you had to take.

Allyson - woo hoo for the fixed car!

And buffistas - you are bringing a tear to my eye for the sweetness and the smartness and - - hugs to everyone.

And I'm very glad that I haven't seen any, "Oh, you say you don't want kids now, but it's so different when they're your own."

Calli, I would take the above statement and change it to "Oh, you say you want kids now, but it's so different when they're your own" because this statement is equally and depressingly true.

I don't really have buyer's remorse anymore, though I certainly did when I was pregnant, and this isn't me invoking a sort of Freaky Friday situation, but sometimes I miss kidless life. Or as other people call it "having a life."

sometimes I miss kidless life. Or as other people call it "having a life."

Parenting always looked like a tough job, to me. And for all the US "think of the chiiiiiiiildren" talk, I don't think we're great at supporting those who take it on, as a society.

(((Maria)))

I'm glad Twitter fixed your car, Allyson.

My insurance only covers mental health services if it entails a chemical dependency or a problem that puts me in the hospital. So, yeah, $$$$.

Boooo.

Is it wrong that the reason I want to go into work today is that I have a brownie cupcake in my desk drawer?

I was even contemplating going in early, but the internet got in the way.