Diablo III is swallowing what time my 9 month old isn't.
Here mostly to say something about her.
The worst, and I mean WORST part of parenting so far is the idea that something so terribly precious could be gone at any time.
Rolling off the changing table
Slipping in the bathtub
Eating a couple of bucky balls
Some crazy ass genetic defect that manifests suddenly
Stupid day care providers
Dumb fucking luck
It's endless, a perpetual assault on your sanity. And there's not a damn thing you can do about 95% of it. It's simply out of your hands.
She's OK, by the way. I'm not in some tragic spot.
The worst thing in our lives is the fact I didn't get to see her tonight because I worked late.