im addic...im addicted to this
For those who took bets that I wouldn't last until Friday, you win.
Here's the thing about making the effort to spend more quality time with your kids: They don't want to. That, and their version of quality time is much different than yours.
Natalie, being a 13 year old, doesn't want to acknowledge me let alone do something with me. Unless that something is taking her shopping for ugly goth-looking handbags.
DJ's idea of a good time is playing Yankees Monopoly for five hours straight and gloating when he gets to buy Thurman Munson before I can. He wants to go shopping as well, for shirts with ugly looking punk bands on them.
We've had someone sleep here every night this week. I've had my fill of playing "Guess the American Idol" song with 13 year old girls.
Besides, I have too much to bitch about to not write. Justin is getting tired of my verbal tirades.
But hey, I wrote I wrote two of three parts of a short story this week, which you can read (and comment constructively on) here.
So I'm back at the keyboard again. Someone get me a beer.