In a fit of PMS-induced depression, I unburdened some negative thoughts on my husband hoping for some comfort (may I add that it had also thus far been a very trying morning?). I was standing in the shower, explaining why I was in a horrible mood. "I feel like such a loser. I'm hardly making any money and on top of that, I suck at homemaking and parenting (I don't really, but I was having a pity party)." My dear husband rolled his eyes to convey how ridiculous my thoughts were and consolingly reassured me with the following words: "Don't worry; you'll find another job." Sigh. That's what I got for fishing. Although I wasn't really. It just really threw me; that's probably why I can even see how comical it all was. You'd just have expected him to respond with the answer anybody with half the sense of a pig would have given: "You're doing a great job at homemaking and you're a terrific mother." Instead, I got a reminder that I really should keep on looking for another regular WAH gig, which is, you know, not only depressing, but also stressing. Deeper sigh. Now, that I've blogged about it, I think I'll just laugh.