Every so often, keeping up with the frenetic pace of a toddler wears you down. Instead of paying for a therapist or joining a gun range to vent my frustrations, I found it’s much more cost effective to work my issues out on the fridge. These are my musings and it’s my gift to you.
On this particular day, I felt a little like David after the Dentist, asking myself whether or not ‘this was real life’ or ‘ if this would last forever’.
EDITOR’S NOTE: Our second ‘I’ was eaten by the dog, so I was forced to improvise.
Hilarious therapy, what does it cost by the hour / letter?!
Why don’t you ask what MY therapy bill is after reading all the blogs?? 😉
I just discovered your blog via The Lexingtonienne, and it is AWESOME. You are hilarious, and kudos to you and your wife for making an unusual situation work for your family!