I Really Should Drink More

[ciroccoj]

Looong day with the kids. Justin was Stitch all day. Relentlessly, ruthlessly, tirelessly destructive and loud. I swear some days I think God is out to get me. I thought Daniel was exhausting, with his boundless energy and tireless curious questions. But at least he asked questions that could be answered. Justin just asks unanswerables, and when he's not doing that, he's destroying. I'm so tired of finding broken things all over our home - pens, paper, toys, furniture... I mean, before Justin I had no idea it was possible to break off the black keys on a piano. I didn't know that if you slammed the seat down hard enough, often enough, you could actually break a toilet seat.

I often wonder what life must be like for Justin. I think he must live in a world where his slightest move shatters everything, and his lightest whisper causes wincing in everybody around him. It must be a very uncomfortable world.

I really should drink more. I often think that, but since it never occurs to me to drink unless somebody offers me alcohol, I don't get far with it. But life certainly does seem somewhat more mellow after a beer or a margarita. The kid's just broken yet another toy? Ah, whatever, he's got lots of others. He's just spilled all of his dinner? Heh. That soup looked cute, flying through the air.

Why the hell don't I do this more often?