I just picked up a package from the front desk of the "extended living" hotel I'm starting at, and the overworked front desk lady was frazzled having to deal with me and a screaming infant...
Me too kid, me too...
Unfortunately, I can't afford therapy anymore, so it's a six pack, a tub full of scalding water and lavender bubble baff, and yelling at people i haven't seen in decades; to ease my emotional burden.