Why I Hate Thanksgiving

Much like Christmas, I find the stress of Thanksgiving nearly unbearable....which is likely why I'm hiding out in my car in front of my in-laws instead of socializing like I should be.

And I have a serious case of PMS. This is shaping up to be a very fine day.

Hopefully, you enjoy yours.......

Rising from the Dead with an Axe to Grind

I know, I know. It's been a while.

A long while in fact. And I just want you to know that I'm sorry.

But having an infant in the house keeps me hella-busy.

Anyway, the last time I wrote I was covered in baby shit and breast milk.

I'm happy to report that I am now only covered in baby shit. I am able to sleep through the night (for the most part). I am back to working thanks in large part to J, my blessed nanny.

Notice how I did not mention my wonderful someday spouse and all his help? There's a little story behind that. Let me fill you in.

I have been ill exactly 3 times in the last 9 months (in other words, since TOK has been born). 2 of those times, the SS got sick at the exact same time (convenient, isn't it). The other time, he left me home alone with the baby and carpool duty (which I completed successfully after pulling over twice to puke in front of the neighbor kids) so he could go to work. Hrmph.

Since these three occurrences, I have stopped giving him credit for anything. I'll begin giving him credit again when he begins pulling up his big-boy panties and stops his goddamn whining about having the flu. Because guess what? The baby is sick right now too whiney boy....and so am I. But I'm sucking snot out of her poor little nose, cleaning up diarrhea, working and entertaining her at the same time because the nanny has a kidney stone, AND I'm running to the store to buy your sorry ass ginger ale and chicken noodles soup. Pansy.

At any rate, this was the kick in the pants I needed to get back to blogging. You can now fully expect that I will continue to rant and fill your lives with snark, one day at a time.