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.

I really don't get the trend now-a-days for everyone to deny the dark side of themselves. Everyone seems to want every dark thought to be medicated right out of them. THey're all trying too hard to be happy with themselves and their lives leaving nothing to stive for. If you're happy you don't have anything to achieve, nothing to work for, nothing to drive you. It's like a yin yang thing. You have to have the dark to balance the light or nothing will be right. Maybe if people embrace their dark sides a bit more things would be a bit more interesting. Maybe the apex of success wouldn't be a huuuuuge house on a teeeny lot in a soulless subdivision who's only connection to the land it sits on is the name the developers gave it to memorialize what they destroyed to put it there.
Does that make any sense?

Widow. Single mom. How does she do it?
Lemme tell you, the whole gig blows. Generally speaking, I'm not a negative person. I leave the negativity to my boyfriend. And he does a very good job with it. It works for him. Unfortunately, all this bile, bitterness and anger has to spill out somewhere. Guess where that's going to happen?
Spot on, sister. Better open your umbrella.