Shy military brat abandons her dream of making a living singing opera in favor of the harrowing life of a computer geek and mother of two boys. Daily, she endures screaming, physical abuse, stinky hineys, green snot and blinding cuteness and manages to triumph in the end by holding onto the shreds of her sanity.

Riveting stuff people. It would make a mint at the box office.

(I would respectfully suggest that the character of Randa be played by Charlize Theron  because we are soooo similar. We’re like twins. Trust me.)

via Natalie Jost

Big J is playing one of his “I’m almost 4 and I’m a big pain in the buttocks” games this morning. He wants out of his nighttime diaper and into some comfortable underwear, but he wants to push my buttons and control the situation in order to cause the most angst possible in the process. I’m not playing his little game. He doesn’t really need my help, as he can pretty much dress himself, but I am feeling generous this morning and have offered to help if he will meet me halfway. He has rejected my kind offer and has opted instead to whine incessantly. I have my mp3 player headphones on so I can’t hear the whining. Eventually, he’s sort of writhing around on the floor beside me in full rabid preschooler mode, nearly foaming at the mouth he’s so worked up. This goes on for some time, when suddenly Little D comes around the corner from their bedroom carrying a pair of underwear and throws it into Big J’s face.

It was a moment of utter perfection.

I laughed so hard I about needed a diaper myself. Meanwhile Big J is in the bedroom now, clothes laid out and instructed not to come out until he is dressed. I may see him around lunchtime.

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