Reminds me of Runaway Train

Reminds me of the final scene from Runaway Train.

Holy runaway train. As I said earlier, this is a lesson about what happens when you repress your inner desires for schmaltz.

Ron Paul as President??? Like putting moldy gauze on a sucking chest wound with duct-tape.
Agreed. The economic collapse is eminent and orchestrated. Americans have been groomed for years, to act as a microcosm, exactly like the gods of bank, economy, and empire, WE enable the runaway train-wreck called the world gone mad.....

Save yer frikkin' cash folks-liquify a good portion of it, boycott shit you really don't need, and that we really don't need that is MADE IN CHINA-your habits dictate the speed of collapse-Start trying NOT to get bored and spend money....it will be harder than quitting smoking OR crack rock-

YOU ARE A PUTTY!!

Recycling yer plastic won't cut it, but not purchasing it will.
A smaller engine in yer car doesn't do dick, if the community you live and work in affords no other suitable means of commerce, so shutthe fuck up about SUV's and electric cars...
The infrastructure is the engine of economic dynamics.

Hey there,

I feel for you. Whining can undermine even the most calm and cool parent. How old is your baby? Ours were both dreadfully miserable for the first 12 weeks, then they seemed to hit a magic time and changed significantly. Now of course whining is in vogue with them again, being 7 and 10 and they can get on a roll that takes off like a runaway train, unless we step in quickly.

Thankfully they're at the age where we can point out the fact that they are whining and get them to change their tone, but that's not possible with a baby, is it!

I think we were nearly driven mad at that time, trying to figure our what their problems were. We considered everything, but I don't think we ever got to the bottom of it. I remember feeling so envious of women who described their babies as placid, mellow, calm. Those words and my babies could never go together.

I do remember that being sleep-deprived made it worse for me, trying to cope with it all, but there was little I could do about that. Breastfeeding on demand meant I was waking about three times to feed. Co-sleeping made it slightly better, not having to leave the bed to feed, but only slightly.

Are you getting the time and opportunity to care for yourself? Eating well, daytime naps, help around the house, massage, walks outdoors?

I'll send you some mother love.