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I am having a bad parenting day.

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... I'm not sure about this.

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So, my grandmother is going through a lot lately, many health problems, she's a bit crazy to begin with, she's having chemotherapy, etc. etc.  She also believes in every alternative therapy there is or ever was- she lacks the ability to think critically about things like that.

So, while she's sitting in her car at the grocery store, crying, a " ( Read more... )

I will NOT get mastitis while in Texas with out of state insurance.

I will not.

The end.

As I'm rumaging around the cabinets looking for stuff today, I hear a deep and dramatic voice behind me (well, as deep as a two year old can manage) saying slowly:   "Eh-heh-heh-heh.    Now you can see.....this is the hour of the chicken!"

You'd think that moving back in with your parents would feel like a reassuring but slightly demoralizing step backwards, instead of an exciting and scary leap forwards.

I'm not sure if this is due to the ridiculous speed of this undertaking, or the strange excitement of putting myself first instead of coming in a distant fourth.

Conchobhar just pissed in his dump truck, and then dumped it out on the floor.....