Damn you Mammy Bloggers!!!!! I was all set to sit down and write a scathing review of all the things that are currently stressing me out (finances, teething, state of the government, really expensive bread at the petrol station that's set to go off in two hours...) but then decided to have a quick read of what some of my favourite "Other Mothers" had been up to first....
ArtyFeminist was busy being vomited on by her daughter.
Jen's Rantings were filled with mourning for the loss of her "clarity of thought" due to baby brain.
Infantasia had gotten herself a lovely new bag which met with the approval of a "petite, Italian, Homosexual"
and xboxfornappyrash and his wife were given the all clear for trying IUI (intrauterine insemination) and then given a lesson in injecting mad dutch hormones into her thigh.
By the time I finished catching up with everyone, my rage at the world had diminished somewhat. It wasn't that anyone had written anything particularly uplifting, I mean, come on! Having your hand VOMITED into? EW! But somehow, reading about their own trials and tribulations (and cool new handbags!) had me being a little more chilled out about my own.
I'm still having panic attacks at my self imposed impending deadline for finishing the book and finding an agent (10 weeks Tuesday! Baby's a coming!)
The Snot Queen's ongoing battle with the tooth fairy continues to threaten my ever more delicate mental health.
I am becoming more and more frustrated with the overweight, bloated buffoons who are in charge of cleaning up the nation's economy when in fact THEY ARE THE PROBLEM!!!!!
And the thought of what's going to happen when my partner's current contract runs out makes my panic at meeting my self imposed deadline all the more fierce (and no, not the Tyra Banks "Pout your lips and squint your eyes" kind of fierce)
I suppose it's true what they say, misery does love company, or at least the knowledge that we're all in this together.
Although I'm still pretty pissed off about the bread...