Tonight was kinda disturbing, I spent the last hour and a half or so trying to comfort someone else's four month old child who was being ignored from a room a few yards across the hall after I woke up on the floor in the family room of their house. I got my shirt peed on through his pajama's in the process, and nothing I did seemed to help, but none of that bothered me as much as the fact that his mom couldn't come out for over an hour to, well, pretty much be a parent. I don't really remember the last time I felt this depressed for humanity.
dingoes8:
That sucks. I freak out around kids. I have no clue what to do.