Another day, another $.70.
It's funny how, in life, some things improve, while other disintegrate. Wasn't that a line in "Bridget Jones' Diary" (which paraphrased Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice)? It went something like:
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that as soon as one part of your life starts looking up, another part falls to pieces."
I'm beginning to think truer words were never stolen.

More and more I'm beginning to understand the moms that let their kids' lives overtake and consume their own. It's just easier. It's easier to anesthetize yourself into thinking you're happy when all you have to worry about is the playground bully pushing your kid around or if the book report you had to run out and buy poster board and 5 lbs of glitter for is going to be done by Friday or sucking up to your child's teacher. It's just so much easier. Like psychological suicide by non-toxic glue stick and PG rated movies.