Am I the only one who feels like a total dirtbag for silently *hating* my best friend’s pictures from her fancy tropical getaway while my house smells like chicken noodle soup and humidifier mist? Like, I know it’s just rain, and he’ll get better, but seriously, another sunny beach photo right after I stepped in a puddle of lukewarm vomit? My old drill sergeant would have made me drop and give her twenty for that kind of petty resentment, but even *he* never had to deal with a toddler who thinks boogers are a new art medium. Anyone else just… laugh a little at their own miserable existence sometimes, because what else is there to do?