I was writing to a friend to catch up on our lives. We’re disconnected by thousands of miles and yet linked by enough similarities to feel warmth in our infrequent connections. And I told her of celebrations and big changes and concerns and frustrations and…
And I came up with a surprisingly pithy description of March 2011:
“Happy, happy…happy…joy, joy….oh fuck.”
Do you have a month like that? Or a year like that?
NaptimeWriting 
Maybe not…Happy, happy…joy, joy…oh fuck.
But close.
More like: Happy, wrath, joy, joy, kids are soooo cute, now want to drown them. Or me.
So far its been ,” Stop hitting your brother. it’s not kind….” Repeat.
Coupled with the thoughts inside my head…”please don’t have another fucking meltdown at bedtime!”
How bout a decade?
“why the fuck did I get a PhD?”
Sometimes, it’s like comparing battle scars…There are many moments when I wonder, “How EXACTLY did I get here?”
Hang in there…it HAS to get better!
Last year it was” ok, happy, joy, oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I’m hoping it gets better from here.
I’m at more of a “March?! When the f*ck did March get here?” point. Too much to do, not enough sanity. My kids are driving me fk’n insane.
YES!!! (Thank God I’m not the only one.)
or a life like that?
oh nappy. where does the time go? down the company store toilet. good luck with your move. watch your fingers.
LOL! Yes. This month, it’s “Wait, what just happened? And it’s going to cost HOW much?”
I CAN’T HELP YOU RIGHT NOW SWEETIE, I’M DRIVING. That’s this month. And last too. And the next.