Dear baby –
Mommy and daddy are a little stressed out just at the mo. If this economic “crisis” bidness had happened 8 months from now, a year from now, it wouldn’t be so critical for us. But, financially speaking 2008 has been a big old pain in the butt for our family, so it wouldn’t be right if the fourth quarter didn’t follow suit. We are wiggin out over the possibility that I could lose my job, and therefore pretty much all our money, and without all our money what on EARTH will we use to buy you presents with? I mean, you are only 5 months and 21 days old once, you know.
Anyway, I fret and I worry and I get a headache and a few more wrinkles, and I think things like “OH GOD, IT ARE THE END OF THE WOOOOORRRLLLLDDDDD,” and “PLEASE TO BE A KID AGAIN NOW? KTHXBAI.” I get all knotted up and tore up and broke up, and wonder how we ever will survive, and in the midst of beating my breast and tearing my hair, I notice you. And baby, are you ever happy. You are just smiling away. And you are healthy, healthy and strong and growing. And I’m like – uh, what was I upset about again?
Perspective. I has it.