Someone drank the other five of my six beers. My nanny disappeared for several days without telling me and I almost left Pumpkinhead alone sleeping in bed (bad Mommy!). Pumpkinhead has to have ear tubes placed and his adenoids removed and I’m going to have to haul ass and get it done before Chapin returns from Guatemala (he is 100% against removing anything but, for one, I have full legal right to make medical decisions under our agreement and, for another, the ENT says that Pumpkinhead has sleep apnea because his adenoids are so large and the tonsils flop over and cover what little breathing room is left). My poor baby! Circus this weekend for Pumpkinhead’s birthday. Court date Monday. I’m ready but I could sure have used that beer. Anyone who thinks that divorce is easy for the person who wants it is dead wrong. It’s scary and sad and seriously disappointing. Sigh…