tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post2875918305767742249..comments2024-03-27T18:56:51.425-05:00Comments on Harry Times...All Jacked Up: Even yippies get the bluesSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07270389106604867450noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-81261707900421506482009-08-13T19:30:23.439-05:002009-08-13T19:30:23.439-05:00You guys were that way at Arsenic Hour a lot, too....You guys were that way at Arsenic Hour a lot, too. But you certainly write about it well!Tripodnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-74048427964031678972009-08-12T17:22:21.269-05:002009-08-12T17:22:21.269-05:00Ugh. I hate the cranky child phase of the day. N...Ugh. I hate the cranky child phase of the day. Normally I start praying the moment I get whiff of it that my husband is on his way home. Glad you survived yesterday though...AJU5's Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05039236630636069326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-14707769068768943212009-08-12T10:02:49.258-05:002009-08-12T10:02:49.258-05:00isn't parenthood great....Bommaisn't parenthood great....BommaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-3273255475774175712009-08-12T01:49:02.637-05:002009-08-12T01:49:02.637-05:00Great writing Sarah! I'm glad I've got som...Great writing Sarah! I'm glad I've got someone to vent to when these days pop up. Hope tomorrow's better.ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11402488064192455038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-61406059974756014552009-08-11T23:04:51.561-05:002009-08-11T23:04:51.561-05:00I had a day like that today; I know, only with one...I had a day like that today; I know, only with one, but he did his best to seem like at least two or three all on his own. It's not pretty. <br /><br />hope the wine was tasty.sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01387145957769474838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-33252300058734459072009-08-11T22:37:11.731-05:002009-08-11T22:37:11.731-05:00quite like my afternoon, which I have to admit, wa...quite like my afternoon, which I have to admit, was mostly based on mommy being a crab (hormonal anyone?). here's to tomorrow being better - or there being another bottle of red! :)lonek8https://www.blogger.com/profile/09217503506508289374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-34190424085553226002009-08-11T22:08:39.955-05:002009-08-11T22:08:39.955-05:00Oh my gosh I HATE those days! They're even wo...Oh my gosh I HATE those days! They're even worse when they look good in summary (the first part of your post) but you feel like a frazzled shrew at the end of the day and you can't figure out why. Been there. Enjoy the red.<br /><br />Love the part about you calling Ben because of the funny tantrum. I could so see myself doing that. Sometimes you just have to laugh at them.Beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05156777853779141522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30058350.post-86087351870782071902009-08-11T21:31:19.702-05:002009-08-11T21:31:19.702-05:00Sister, I feel your pain. And damn, you say it wit...Sister, I feel your pain. And damn, you say it with such flair! I would have drunk the wine BEFORE Ben arrived home. But that's just me.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09465194403058080094noreply@blogger.com