Ever get so bogged down with the daily schematics of life that you wish you could just vomit all the anxiety out of yourself?
Unfortunately, THAT NEVER QUITE WORKS OUT FOR ME.
And don't think I have tried. Puking is a very cleansing ritual for me.
We are in the midst of some financial reconstruction over here. Dealing with the fallout of massive medical bills (nothing we aren't use to, they are just so much). Talking of new ways to making our finances grow, making our debts shrink, changing the way we spend money.
You know, dealing with the stuff in life that makes being an adult suck ass.
In other news, Griffin has become obsessed with something new...
"Mommy? If I win? I want you to walk around in your underpants all day."
"I want you to walk around in your underpants all day."
"Uh... why do you want me to walk around in my underpants all day?"
"Because I want you to."
Uh... is this part of the whole Oedipus complex thing? Because I just can't figure this shit out.
Also, am I the only damn person that didn't spend the weekend reading Potter? I went the slacker-nerdy way and read the whole damn synopsis over at Wikipedia on Saturday morning. I haven't read any of the other books (slacker!) but I was dying to know what happened (nerd!).