Inside My Brain, as Performed by Dinosaurs

So, this might be cheating a bit as an entry (don't tell the National Blog Post Month Police, or the NaBloPoMoPo), but once again it's 11 PM and I am staring blankly at a screen, drooling while my lids drop shut.

There's a comic by in our local free paper called "Dinosaur Comics" and it is brilliant. One in particular is clipped out and stuck to our fridge, and I use it as a reference point to explain how my brain works (you may need to click on it to see the whole thing in a new window):



This is exactly what happens in my head when confronted with any problem, question, or even slightly unsettling fact: I rage about the unfairness, then begin to plan for the worst and then, when I realize (or it is pointed out) that I can't, in fact, control everything, I just opt for paralyzing panic and doom.

I think this will serve me really well as a parent, don't you?