good advice

Another day of mind-numbing boredom at home in the burbs with my little one who is my only entertainment and companion. All day long I listen to her monologue and answer her questions (do you remember the ride at the fair that goes up and down? who's birthday is coming up?) and all day I am dreaming of being somewhere else-somewhere where I can think my own thoughts and not pick up anyone else's shit. I swear that is the single greatest killer of relationships-having to pick up someone else's shit day in day out year after year. Advice to every woman in the world-keep your own place!