Like that.

So today Boy Child was talking endlessly about recess. How awesome it was and how much fun it is and how nice it's been outside.

So I say, "Enjoy recess while you can, Boy Child. I'd give anything to get to go outside for an hour every day during work and run around like a crazy person."

He nodded, sadly. "I know. It's just this year and then next year and then? Middle school. And no more recess."

My heart? Dropped to my toes.

Middle school.





WHAT THE DAMN HELL?

How on EARTH could these little children that I just gave birth to like, last week, be nearly ready for middle school?

How is this even possible? How is this even FAIR?

Then? I come home, open up my Gmail and the very first message says:

"Is there a Mylastname baby due in 2008?"





WHAT THE DAMN HELL?

NO, but thank you, idiotic spammer, for making me feel horrendous about my personal fertility.


Then? My friend Allison called and said, "How are you doing?" and I began sobbing hysterically. Because I am, most decidedly, not fine. Not at all.


Then? I clicked on my blog and clicked on my Site Meter and noticed I was getting hits from Ask and Ye Shall Receive, which is a review blog.

And I started getting nervous because, well, you always put yourself out there when someone reviews your blog. Especially someone who has the f word in their URL.

So I went to the review and here is what I see:

Which, on their site means:

Four stars couldn’t do you justice! You rock it like a hurricane, and if you’re single, we’d love to do you doggy style. Rawr!

So they like me and also, apparently, want to do me. Except, you know, I have Jason.

So that made me cry most of all. Not the having Jason part, the other part.

And it was a good cry.

I needed a good cry.