My Rock is Warm and Comfortable

The one I spent the day under, I mean. I woke up with a headache bad enough that after the kids were off to school, I called in sick and went back to bed – unusual in the first place, but then I slept until 1:00 in the afternoon.

I’m still not feeling right, unless your definition of “right” includes throbbing pain and dizziness and nausea and vagueness, but I slept enough earlier that I can’t anymore now. So we’re watching television that frankly upsets me – Wife Swap and Supernanny because I’m not smart enough to follow the plot line of anything else. But ugh, it’s just disturbing to have televised proof that any schmo can get married, manners and respect be damned. I don’t know how they find people to go on Wife Swap, but there are relationships on there in which everyone involved accepts, and expects, just horrifyingly unacceptable behavior.

And Supernanny? Gag. Maybe it really would be a decent idea to require a license to have children. It wouldn’t require a real difficult test; all you need to do is have a parenting philosophy. I don’t care whether your philosophy is to never say no, to say no to everything, or maybe *gasp* find a happy medium, as long as you have some thought behind it.

Soon, I hope to be able to crawl back under my rock. It’s warm and dark there, and I can return to my fantasy world that includes marriages with mutual respect and parenthood with boundaries.