She's Still Here

First things first, congrats to Sleepynita on her soother exchange at the toy store. It's a good parenting day when one works up the courage to face that challenge.
Second of all, for those who may be mistaken in thinking that the Bitch has either died or been cured by some miracle hypnotist into behaving, do not kid yourselves. The truth of the matter is I have only enough energy to fight with my two year old about listening to mommy, try to keep up with laundry, and prepare the baby room and associated items lately. Thus I don't even have the energy to get angry at the Bitch when she finds the occasional forgotten sippy cup of juice and chews it up on the living room carpet, when she digs a half a blueberry pie out of the garbage while toddler naps and I am upstairs pain-stakingly painting grass on my baby's walls, when she rips into a bag of garbage on the deck, when she steals a brick of lard from the counter top in the 1.23 minutes it sat there while dear husband who was trying to be helpful left it there upon returning from the grocery store to come upstairs and help his dear with with child care duties, or when she has decided she will stop humoring us with the whole "lock me in the front room with a baby gate that I can jump with out a running start and I will pretend I don't notice the giant open window in the wall opening into the rest of the house, including the room with the food, and the kids picnic table against that window wall that would assist me in clearing the window without any effort required or the other light plastic furniture that the gate is leaning on that I can easily move to free myself from being cooped up with the brain-dead male and won't it be ironic when you come home and the dog who is able to be trusted to be free in the house is still locked up in your "pen" while I am roaming free with full access to eat all foodstuffs and garbage" thing. The funny thing is I just don't have time to get upset about it. The sippy cups go in the garbage, I pick up the garbage off the floor, clean the floor (depending), and try the same gate set up next time, hoping the bitch will forget. So, I haven't "bitched" on the blog in awhile, but beleive me, the bitch lives on.