Britney

     I wish Peter would talk to me.  He claims he's sleeping fine these days, but it's a lie.  He wakes me up with these screams sometimes.  It's not like I needed anything else to mess with my sleep.  I already have a hyperactive six month old who thinks escaping his crib is an extreme sport.

     It's lonely being home all the time like this.  We decided it would be best for the baby.  I hate it.  You think your boss is bad?  Try a baby who thinks he's the lord and emperor of your existence.  Hate sucking up and going to stupid meetings?  Try 3 hours a day of Barney.  Yes, I let my son watch television.  I have to clean the house and shower somehow.

    Sometimes I even cook.  I admit, my repertoire's not great.  It's fucking stupid, though.  I'm supposed to be a maid, nanny AND a cook? Shit at least when I worked I only had to do the one job.  I was a musician, in case you wondered.  Hard to travel to gigs with a baby, though.  There was no way Peter was going to give up his job for me.  His job isn't just how he makes money, it's his sacred vocation or something.  It's his way of making the world a better place, blah blah blah.

    I wonder now and then if he's just being a narcissistic prick.  So he arrests people.  So what?  So then what happens?  They go to jail for a while, and then they get out.  They go right back to whatever illegal shit they were doing before, except now they have some great tips from their fellow criminals and a nice big grudge against the legal system.  That's just fantastic.

     I guess there's talk about making Peter a detective.  I hope this means a raise.  There better be some compensation for all of the self righteous bragging I'm going to have to suffer through.