Just enough of my persistent-not-exactly-optimism is left that I won’t say it is inevitable… but damn does it seem it.
It seems inevitable that whenever I have a day of wow-I-totally-get-this-parenting-thing, look-at-me-be-zen-about-his-tantrums, damn-dude-why-can’t-you-just-let-it-go-like-I’m-doing, the next day — the very next day — I completely fucking lose it. Break-a-plate-in-anger-when-he-dumps-out-the-eggs-he-doesn’t-want lose it.
I don’t like it. Maybe the zen days aren’t worth it, if this is the price.
In other news, The Man has been fixing the bloggityblog up, even as I’ve been trashing our real life home. Raising My Boychick now has a mobile site, the Archives show an accurate post count (instead of including the glossary not-really-posts), Popular Posts is back, and all the old post internal links back to blogspot have been replaced with RMB links. So yay him.
In other other news, today is — was — my nephew-I-haven’t-even-met-yet’s 2nd birthday, and I am a shit aunt and a shit sister and a shit sister-in-law because I have done nothing about it, except remember at a time when I couldn’t call and spend the rest of the day beating myself up about it.
That is all.