Oy vey

It's 12:30 p.m. A supposed-to-be-napping one year old is yelling in her crib. She has 90 minutes left to nap before I need to transfer her to the car for Ari's summer camp pick-up. If she does not get her full two hours to nap, our afternoon turns from sketchy to nightmarish. During naptime, I need to finish up a tax problem with the city, quickly check and promptly (though not willingly) ignore any new email, prep afternoon snack and dinner, prep afternoon activity, straighten up tornado-ed house, check pre-vacation to-do list, shower...oh, and eat lunch.

It was in the middle of my pointless email check that I came across this:

Completely Clueless Woman Who Was Put In Her Place

And because I have no more time to spend on this post, I would just like to pass on a hearty THANK YOU to Dear Carolyn for her response...and I'd like to add that while we're doing everything Carolyn described we're also trying to grocery shop, meal plan, cook for challenging eaters, finagle our way through health or marital problems, keep the house clean, the laundry folded, the hair cut, the appointments made, and deal with our own lack of self worth because we look like shit, feel like shit and we "don't have a real job".

"Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?"*

*If you are not familiar with this quote then maybe you shouldn't be reading this blog.