I have been in a funk since the election. Grumpy, irritable, weepy; chronic PMS basically. Everything I read in the news is bad; Colin Powell resigning (I think he had integrity, for a politician), that poor lady, Margaret Hassan being murdered in Iraq (which is totally fucked up, since she had lived in Iraq for 30 years as a "humanitarian official", helping Iraqis! And they shot her in the back of the head while she was blindfolded. There is NO honor in that.). Which is another thing about her story - MSNBC had a big picture of her on the front page, a closeup from the video where she's pleading for her life. Let's plaster around an image of her in the awful, final days of her life, so everyone will remember her that way. I think it's disgraceful. At least CNN had enough class to use recent photographs depicting her as she truly was in life, before the awful final month. I'm sure her family would prefer to see her that way. And then her poor husband, pleading to know where her body was dumped so she can have a proper burial - I could weep for the disgrace shown to this poor woman, who had only worked so hard to improve their lives. It's so disheartening. If she worked so hard for so long in a truly heartfelt attempt to improve people's lives, and that was her reward, what is the point? Does there come a time when we just give up, say "you are beyond help; you have lost the most basic of human emotions and capacity for reason"? Where is that point?

The only good news I read was that Scott Peterson got convicted of first degree murder for Laci, and second degree murder for their baby. And, considering, that is not "good" news anyway.

So, I've not been in a good mood. Then, Rhiannon starts pushing every single one of my buttons, over and over again. These last few days have been really hard. Somehow I need to break that little cycle too.
I am the adult. I can control myself. Rhiannon can not. (repeat as needed)

Tomorrow is a new day! I can (probably) make it until naptime without losing it once.
Man, sometimes it really does feel like that. I was aiming for a joke there, but it came out a little too close to home.

*slinks off to retrieve the Bad Mother flogging stick, which is always close at hand*