It finally happened…

My son had a mini breakdown this afternoon after hearing his dad go on and on about his precarious financial situation. Not in front of the kid, dude. NOT IN FRONT OF THE KID!

What the fuck?

Obviously, I comforted him, and reassured him that D and I will take care of him no matter what. That doesn’t relieve his anxiety about his dad though. Ugh.

I just wish…

Whatever. It doesn’t matter. It has literally never fucking mattered.

everyone knows!!

Me: *vigorously cleaning all morning*

Jackson: *running behind me and messing everything up*

Me: Stop doing that and go clean your room!

Jackson: Mom, I want to be an astronaut when I grow up!!

Me: What does that have to do with anything?

Jackson: Everyone knows that astronauts don’t clean. 

Dave, Kovar, and I participated in the Glutton Run on Saturday morning. This event was organized by my colleague. Teams of three eat four courses and run three miles. For example, I did the first course of a long john/shot of coffee, and then ran my mile. Then I tagged Kovar who ate a hot dog before running. Then Dave ate toasted ravioli and ran. Before we could finish, we had to eat four big dessert items. Dave was not pleased. By the end, we were all pretty miserable. The last pic makes me laugh.

I felt obligated to attend when my colleague asked, but I’m definitely not doing this again next year.