I think I’m coming down with my kids’ cough. \u00a0I was actually up at 5:30 this morning, unable to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. SO, instead of lying there, miserable, I came downstairs and worked a bit on The Red Surge. I was back up within about an hour and finally fell asleep until both boys were awake at 9:30. Damned kids just haven’t been wanting to go to sleep. Nick was up as late as 11pm and, as usual, we had to lose our shit at him before he went to sleep.<\/p>\n
I just don’t get it; the little fuckers just don’t care. They only understand the “lose my shit” tone of voice and then get mad at me that I yelled. If only their hearing could pick up on the twenty thousand fucking times I ask them to do something NICELY.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Nick, can you please do this?
\nNick? Please can you do the thing?
\nNick, please do the thing, honey.
\nNick? Nick… please do the thing.
\n….
\n(deep breath)
\nNicholas, can you please do the thing?
\nNick.
\nNick!
\nNICK!
\n(at this point, he might look at me like a deer in headlights)
\nNICK! DO THE THING!
\n(by now, he’s staring at me, bewildered, as though he’s only started to hear me speak to him)
\nNICK! GET UP AND DO THE THING RIGHT NOW!<\/p>\n
and at this point, “OKAY! OKAY! GEEZ!”<\/p>\n
Really? Holy fuck.<\/p>\n
Anyway, another day with the kids; Alex is bottling beer with Rob and starting a new brew. Five hours…<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I slept wrong on my back last night, too. My right shoulder is excruciating right now. Stupid pinched nerve.<\/p>\n
Today’s agenda: more drawing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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