The Weekly Widget and Sassoon: in which we attempt to motivate ourselves and show early signs of bad parenting skills

The thought of ever maybe possibly being a parent is TERRIFYING to me.  What if you forget them at the grocery store?  What if they're boring?  What if you break them??  Man, I ask those questions about myself.

molly: grug

i'm working saturdays for the next two weeks

  at least my overtime pay starts tomorrow

 andrea: oh man, that sucks

  but overtime pay doesn't suck

  i don't work on daturday

but i'm broke broke broke

  ha! daturday

 molly: it could be dadurday - a dad's lame attempt at weekend bonding

  "c'mon kids, get up, we're all going for pancakes and a baseball game because it's DADURDAY!"

andrea: hahaha! that sounds MISERABLE

 molly: "and then you're going to shut up and get me beers while i watch the news"

andrea: oh man, i want a beer

  and dinner

i was going to go to the gym after work, but i'm so hungry, i don't think i'll make it through

molly: eat a snack before you go

andrea: blaaaargh

 molly: you'll feel so much better after, i bet!

 andrea: what if i drink a beer instead, and just go tomorrow?

  i bet i will too, but i'm so laaaazy

  i haven't gone all week

  i'm the worst

also, i fucking hate two year olds

molly: me too

  they're so self-involved

  it's like "me! me! me!" all the time

 andrea: you should see him, sitting here staring at me

 molly: jesus, kid, just learn how to cook your own omelet already

 andrea: can you think of nothing else to do but stare at me, baby?!

HAHAHAHA

  aren't babies supposed to play?!

he has toys for days, but he just stares at me!

  or tries to hang all over me!

if I stand up, he'll stand up, but otherwise, he just lies on the ground like a despondent little midget