Bottle of Red . . Bottle of White

Anyone remember the Billy Joel song? Let's just say after the day I have had today - I need a bottle of both . .DH worries about the family history of alcoholism on days like this - but I assure him that I would need to be in DENIAL for him to be super worried and I am not in denial in any way shape or form. What I am is so tired of shots in the "upper quadrant of my buttocks" , tired of the people I work with and tired of being the woman who "forgot to have children." I had to laugh tonight talking to Mommy Dearest and acknowledging that I surprised DH with a weekend away and refused to have sex - because according to my Chinese Acupuncturist - "sperm is a hostile intruder and must wait until embryo transfer to `take care' of husband' ". This is what my life has become - shots, no sex and a bottle of white . . . and waiting to `take care of husband' . . .