My tooth hurts. It kind of reminds of me of this patient my friend had who got terrible whiplash by attempting to pull a tooth by tying a giant frying pan to it and throwing the pan as hard as he could (the tooth didn't budge).


Except I can't go the dentist, because Blue Cross Blue Shield and GEHA have been secretly conspiring SPEFICALLY AGAINST ME to make sure I pay all of the fees that GEHA is supposed to pay for my dental visits. Thanks a lot, Trump. So basically, I am equivocally being tortured with frying pans by BCBS and GEHA.


Eliana has been obsessed with playing outside recently, but it's very traumatic for us to allow it because every time we make her come back INSIDE she has a complete mental, physical, and emotional collapse and makes Stephanie and me feel like we are going to have an automatically-triggered CPS investigation launched against us.


Emerson hides every time I come in the room. I'm not sure if this should worry me or not.


Braeden is old enough that he could start working soon in a factory if we lived in China, mostly because he does a better job than I do when he cleans the house and follows instructions.


Stephanie is amazing, but it's really difficult for me to get anything done because all she wants to do is make out when I'm at home, and I'm like "Honey we can't just make out all the time like dolphins in the ocean" and she's like "But whyyyyyyyyyy" and then we fight about it.


That's all for today.