I would like to take this opportunity to ask the weather to stop being such a douche. I have really had it with this winter; I am actually angry at it. The BHE thinks it's funny that I often become angry at inanimate objects. But I'm willing to argue that this particular winter in City B actually has a personality, the kind that comes to your party, spills red wine everywhere and then tries to make out with your boyfriend.
Also, apparently this morning I had a sign on my back that said, "Tell me about your ovaries!" It started with a coworker who let me know that she was ovulating and that I should keep my fingers crossed. I understand wanting to get pregnant, and I wish her the best and everything, but I'm not really sitting at my desk thinking about her egg and her husband's sperm working it all out. Next was another coworker who told me she was going through "the change" and how she is so sweaty all the time that she had to buy special night gowns made of hemp or bamboo or charcoal or something. Um, gross.
Also, my kid will not eat vegetables. We gave him green beans the other night and you'd think I had poured acid in the face the way he reacted. I guess it's not all that unusual for a 5-month old, but I just don't want him to be that kid who refuses to eat vegetables. He is already that kid who won't take a bottle, won't take a nap, and won't sleep in his crib for more than 20 minutes at a time. Can he AT LEAST be a good eater? Sigh.
Doing everything wrong always,