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January is the cruelest month. At least in the Northeast. Trying to pull off a part-time legal position with two young kids is hard enough. Add snow and ice storms and related cancelled daycares and it rapidly becomes untenable.  Then add colds, flus, medical appointments, spouse absences and late nights for work, family obligations, priority of football events as the week's "date" for the last few months, the urge to throw the computer out the window because it is fantasy baseball drafting season again and it is my husband or the computer, nighttime potty training and related laundry, laundry, laundry, meal preps and cleanups, bum/face/nose wiping, -- a la Monty Python "NEED I SAY MORE!" I know there is nothing particularly special about my situation and that, in fact my lot is enviable in many ways. But this month has been particularly brutal and each time another of life's cherry bombs explodes I find myself wondering (i) whether my job is worth it (yes, when things aren't this bad), (ii) how to not internalize and try to control all of the &$##^&^*^ going on around me (not many 'just go with it' attorney personalities out there) and (iii) what I can bribe myself with other than the chocolate dibs bought for potty training purposes. Argh. My spouse just tells me to "relax" and goes back to his fantasy baseball (which he plays while "watching" the kids) but somehow this fails to soothe. I haven't felt this angsty since high school. ....And my husband just stepped by to say he needs this computer at 8 for another round of fantasy drafting. Fury.

 Someone say something helpful/kind/sympathatic. Please. (Although I won't of course get to read it until I get the computer back).