Since I am running low on xanax and wine, I thought I would look to a different form of therapy to get me through my days. So, I am taking out my frustrations here . . . in print. So I can relive every fabulous moment day after day after day. And so I can share my humiliating and deprecating stories so other harried working moms out there realize that "we are all in this together." Or at least we can pretend to be. Please enjoy my rants and remember not to be too critical. I am usually functioning on less than 2 concurrent hours of sleep.