BAD DAY. Sad day. Whoa, this is turning out like a Dr. Seuss book. It was a bad start to the day. (that's better) My husband and I woke up having a "long, serious talk". The poor kids never got breakfast. The long serious talk turned into a quiet, intense fight. Topic? Our son's education. We both agree on what he needs, but we seem to set each other off when we talk about it. We both feel as though the other one is not listening. I have an inferiority complex, so I always take everything my husband says as criticism. It can get emotional. It stinks. I sometimes see myself getting in the car and driving away, never to return. I would never do it, but I envisioned it. As a parent, there's good stress and there's bad stress. And often these overlap, so that it all feels like bad stress. I have a big old dinner plate full of bad stress right now. I'm off to take a shower! That's about the only place to get away to, so I'm going! Then some red wine, and I'll start dinner. It will get better, I will tell myself, and it will. But it still stinks.