The kids are tired, the air is cold, and we’re way too far away from our starting point.
Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
Some moments she’s my little princess. Other moments she’s the evil queen.
It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
This kid is made of steel. He’s like a Batman villain.
It’s times like this when I’m forced to bare witness to the barest of witnesses.
Hell hath no fury like an escaped Daddy Longlegs.
Being a zany dad during lighter times makes me approachable during those heavier ones.
To quote Out For Justice, maybe it’s mood swings, maybe it’s hormones, maybe it’s the need to impose her will. Whatever it is, this little princess is turning three shades of raging.
This is the kid who I was afraid would never be able to express his wants and needs.