It's not even 8 in the morning, and my husband has sent me a link to a job posting in Bangkok. Thailand. Where I'm sure he'd love to live, but I was like "Uh, I think we need some time to talk about this."
You know those conversations where you don't want to get in trouble by starting off with "This is a joke, right?" This was that kind of conversation.
Yikes, that's rough. I was clingy and attention-needing about bedtime as a kid myself, but having a separate room that I was clearly expected to remain in for the night helped settle me down a lot.
Dana, at least you'd have Fay? And there would be Thai food?
My family would lose their shit.
Dana - y'all just moved, right?!?
If one of us isn't standing over her crib or lying right next to it talking to her, she turns into a raging flaming baby Jack-Jack ball of burning despair and rage.
She's the child of rage and love
The Jack-Jack of suburbia
Dana - y'all just moved, right?!?
Just over a year ago. Yep. And I started a new job -- a good job -- a month ago.
I'm eating potato chips to calm myself down.
Well he is clearly bananas, ijs.