frustration
Depression isn’t fun, or funny. It’s a slippery bugger, just when you think you’ve got a handle on it, it turns out it has you, instead. Perhaps I should preface this entry with: it may self destruct, faster than I can.
Tag: sitter
She wasn’t kidding
When Brighton described “Sweet Land” as ‘porn for women,’ I thought she was exaggerating. I watched it this morning (long story about why I wasn’t at work) (okay, not so long – sick kiddo who wasn’t really sick but couldn’t go to the sitter because she was sick yesterday and whom spent the entire morning […]
Wish the piper didn’t ask for so much
We have a thing we say, unfortunately we say it rather often: “You always pay.” Last night my wife and I went out, leaving the kids at home with a sitter. We arrived home later than usual – after midnite. The sitter was OK (I proclaimed happily as we drove up the street: “Her car’s […]