With the ever-changing moods of the toddler, there are an inordinate amount of fits and poutiness in the house right now. A few weeks ago, the hubby began cutting the tension by singing, “Sometimes it’s hard…to be…A WOMAN…” I laughed, hated myself for a split second, then spent the rest of the day trying to get “Stand By Your Man” out of my head. Even if I succeed, it’s inevitable that another fit will come out of nowhere, as will the hubby’s singing, and all of my efforts are fruitless.
