If Only I Could Go Through Life That Way

I'm getting hives. Oh, so fun. The joys of my own personal postpartum hell. I got them with E, too. Something about the whole having a newborn and a deployed husband at the same time seemed to bring out the best in the situation. And now, something about the whole having a newborn and a toddler and an unemployed husband and living with a crazy mother seems to be prompting a repeat performance.

Really, really fun stuff here.

But, I've found the cure. Really. It's a miracle cure, so long as I can figure out how to make it work. It starts out very simple . . . All I have to do, is figure out how to live my days like my husband. Simple!

Oblivion. Nature's miracle cure.

Baby screaming in the middle of the night? Not at all stressful if you never even hear it. Toddler falling out of bed and screaming in the middle of the night? Again, not the slightest bit stressful if you never even hear it (despite being in the next room over). Crazy mother skulking around the house about some unknown issue? No worries if you don't even notice she's home, let alone in the same room at some point!

Big plans are in the works to bottle this oblivion stuff. The marketing possibilities are endless!