Megsie

Rant:

Have you noticed that whenever a person uses their power to do something terrible, Christians say that person is “playing God”? They just tacitly admitted that God is an asshole!

I don’t disagree.

One of my goals for the new year is to blog more. Also, lose weight, which does not fit in with my other goals to watch more TV and eat more icecream. I can do it all, bitches.

I’m going to try a new style of perfunctory, stream-of-consciousness writing which will hopefully allow me to stave off this crippling writer’s block.

Here is my day in brief, as texted to BFF RE:

Mad at life. Narrowly averted a fire. Have a hangover/headache. Had to work late again. Got home to find contents of freezer melting, including precious icecream. Erik asked me to fold a mountain of laundry that he washed today. I’m sick of folding clothes. Want to go to the ocean, not work and go to school. Am uber grump.

I watch Supernanny. I’m fascinated by the tantrums of wealthy brats. And seeing spoiled kids learn manners is fun, too! While checking on Hulu to see if there were any new episodes up (there weren’t) I came across this little gem in a discussion about co-sleeping:

“My son at about age 5 began having Night Terrors if I tried to place him in his own room he invariably ended up on my floor sometime during the night. He’d be chilled and cranky. Allowing him in my bed was a better solution for us. At about 15 he moved to a pallet on the floor beside my bed. At 17 he began sleeping in his own room. As for the showering alone, consciousness of his own body, dressing himself etc.. those milestones came at the normal ages. It was only at bedtime that he needed help keeping away the terrors. Today he’s 24, on his own, healthy and happy. Sleeping in my bed helped, it didn’t hurt.

Funniest damn thing I’ve read in a long, long time.