A few days ago--somewhere in the midst of 4am feedings, changing multiple diapers, pouring juice for an impatient toddler, standing at the back door freezing and waiting on our geriatric dog to make his, oh, sweet way up the steps and giving my diabetic cat his morning insulin shot--it occurred to me that this was so not the life I had ordered. I needed to speak with management immediately. Either that, or I desperately needed an outlet for my pain. So, since management isn't returning my calls at the moment--is that maniacal laughter I hear?--I decided to resort to blogging. I just might delude myself into believing this is real adult conversation!
