Joining The Crowd

If I’ve been a little more silent than normal, it’s because this week my job was—the euphemism of the day—”reengineered.”

I’ve been sacked, fired, made redundant.

They were pretty decent about it, and I have 3 1/2 months before my last day. 

But I feel the massive despair and depression right around the corner, waiting for me.

My Littlest is Fine, But Wet

So thank you to all the well-wishers out there.  My littlest is fine.  I don’t know if he didn’t actually ingest any medicine, or if it had no effect, or if the charcoal worked, but we’re beyond the danger zone, and everything is fine.

Now if we could only potty train the little guy, everything would be roses.  He’s adamant about everything.  “Do you need to go to the potty?”  “NO!”  And five seconds later he pees on the couch.