The Cheesecake is Rich

The thing that was bad, is still bad. (Is worse?)

Kids, man…they break your heart. (In case you didn’t get the memos, the ugliness is now every Sunday instead of every other Thursday. Mark your calendars).

Also: The next person I know IRL to get pregnant is going to get the Secret Baby Stash. There must be some super bad mojo stuck to a onesie or something. Hmm. Here’s hoping the next person I know IRL who gets pregnant doesn’t read the blog.

We’re all going to laugh about this sometime, right? Laugh about how all it took was just an eeeeensy bit more patience and then it all was instantly fixed.

I was escaping driving around this afternoon and Sting’s song “I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying” came on the iPod. I was doing OK until the last verse:

“The park is full of Sunday fathers and melted ice cream
We try to do the best within the given time
A kid should be with his mother,
Everybody knows that
What can a father do but baby-sit sometimes?”

Clearly, Sting’s ex-wife is not a REDACTED. (Where would I be without the word REDACTED, which I have probably shamefully been misusing for months?). Gene is not a “Sunday father”. Sometimes he jokingly refers to himself as “Weekend Dad” but Gene is a father 24/7/365. He is a father on the 15th (when The Check is due), he was a Father on Father’s Day, when he got nothing besides an abusive phone call. He is a father on any random Tuesday in April or November. He rates so much higher than “Sunday father” or “Weekend Dad”.

Hmm, so, la la la. ::twiddles thumbs:: Nope, no good way to end this post…maybe that’s why I kept it saved for so long. Byeee!

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