Life is a hotel where you never see the management. You can complain or praise, but you wont see the management untill check out time.
You dont get to decide if you want to come to the hotel or not, but you can decide to leave when you want. Or wait untill management kicks you out.
You may get a luxery suite or a rat infested hole. You dont get to choose. But you can choose to upgrade if you want, and if you work hard enough, and if the management doesnt have a problem with it. Otherwise, no matter what you do, you may spend your life in a hole.


I have no idea where that came from, and its all there was. Sometimes I think of the weirdest shit. It may not make sense to anyone but me, but whatever.

I cried alot yesterday. I actually feel myself sinking into depression and starting to loose my mind. We got to the root of 90 percent of our problems. Unfortunatly, it happens to be his 7 year old son.
Oh, sorry. Did I just blame an innocent child for our adult problems? Yeah, I did. And his own father can see it. The key is that we are the adults, so we now need to figure out how to fix this.
How we deal with this is beyond both of us right now. We DO know that we want to get through it somehow but we dont really know where to start. Guess theres always good old Dr. Phill.....yeah, right!

Whats the other 10 percent of our problems? Well, there's financial. Thats always fun!! Throw in some secondary infertility, and you've got a recipe for disaster. Nows not the time to bring more kids into the picture anyway. It was what we really wanted, but in all reality, how in the hell could it possibly get better with a baby around? Not likely going to happen....

There are alot of days I want to check out early. I think most people think about it at one or more points during their stay. Some follow through, the rest of us muddle through. Im going to muddle along and try to figure out how to keep sane while I'm at it.