It never ceases to amaze me. It seems no matter what I do, how I do it, or how it comes out, it is wrong to my daughter. Period. And don't even try to correct her. Just stand by for heavy rolls. Tonight was another of those days. I had to leave the house. I am one person. That's it. I've been doing this "alone" for the last 11 years. Without God, we wouldn't even be where we are. But just the same, lately, it's just nothing but banging my head against the wall. And I'm tired.