Today I drove an armored truck through a nursing home. Then I hunted praying mantis babies, nuked Bolivia, and harpooned exotic whales. And that was all before lunch.
After lunch, I assaulted a group of school-children with a mace. 'Cause nothing's funnier than the screams of the innocent!
I is a bad.
Somewhere along the way, though, I managed to find time to move Alastair's absolute favorite toy--his train table--from the hottest room of the house to the coolest room of the house, fixed the broken pieces, re-arranged his favorite toys to be more accessible, and helped him set up some pillows so that he can be a wild daredevil without fear of smashing his head. Next up will be getting rid of the big shelf in his room and replacing it with a table that he can sit at and color.
You know, because I so evidently hate him.
2 comments:
I can't believe the ridiculous comments you get, "I didn't wave" = you are a mean person with anger issues, yes/yes? Seriously, wtf? Even without the horrible loss you have just suffered, people get angry, people get upset, sometimes people even get frustrated with their own children! SHOCKING, I know!
Hang in there. I just read through the comments on that other post. You have a lot of people you know and don't know who are on your side. It sounds like Alastair is doing amazing without even adding "all things considered". I had such a good time seeing him when I was down. I love that kid, and I have learned much from your experiences.
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