Well, that went well. If by “well,” I meant “I fucking blew up and screamed at my kids not twenty minutes after hitting publish.” I was horrible. There is no excuse. I honestly, truly do not deserve such a fine family, and they would be much better off without me. That is not an exaggeration. […]
Today, my one goal is simple: to count to ten. I need to count every time a child talks back, or pounces on a sibling, or grabs a dog’s tail and yanks. I need to count when another driver cuts me off, or a box of cereal gets spilled on the floor, or when confronted […]
It’s nasty, cold, and wet outside. But I went for a run. I didn’t melt. I didn’t freeze. I did run 3 something miles. And now I’m gonna curl up with my kids on the couch, watch the Family Guy Star Wars show (“your powers are weak, old man”) and eat chocolate.