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why is it that when I want to do nice things for my kids, they act like such deviant and unappreciative little shits?



On this shortest of days, in a valley of nearly perpetual winter clouds, the sun is shining and illuminating the room where I am presently hiding out to fester and fume. I really ought be out there, playing detective, grilling each suspect to discern who exactly is the one responsible for breaking my beloved doumbek. But, I just wanted to have a lazy day at home, sharing each others' company, baking and cooking and listening to music. I hate being lied to. I hate having nice things ruined. I hate being the harborer of discipline and punishment. Yep, some days, being a single parent just sucks stanky ol' hairy donkey balls. And it's not just the actions of the mysterious accidental drum-breaker, either ....rrrgh ...but I don't feel like hating on 'em any more. I know they're just kids, doin' what kids do.



well, happy solstice to y'all

...may ye all be drenched in the mirth of meade and wassail

and cheers to brighter days...