Honest and Juicy
Good News And Bad News
The good news is that FOO has slept through the night the past three nights. That means he has slept from 10 pmish to 8 am. Only took us 18 months to get him to do that. We are most certainly finalists for Parents of the Year. I have not felt this well rested since we went to Sint Maarten last month, which was the first time in about five months that I had gotten consecutive full nights of sleep since we left his party all night ass at home when we went to New York last November, which was dubbed the "No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn Trip". If I could train FOO to bring me guavaberry coladas every 20 minutes, it would be even easier to pretend I am back in Sint Maarten, but then I would risk losing my Parent of the Year nomination, and that just won't do.
The bad news is that every freaking show I wait all week to watch comes on on Thursday nights, and there is some potentially severe weather at least 75 miles north of us, so the local news station Severe Weather Warning Evangelists are on the TV fucking up my night. They keep saying ass hat stuff like "we know that we are interrupting our regular programming, but if this were in your neighborhood, you would want to know the latest, and you can always go to our website tomorrow to watch these shows". Um, bite me. Apparently the Severe Weather Warning Evangelists are so busy tracking these storms that are nowhere near me that they can not be bothered to read my blog, either. If they did, they would know that I am no longer crazy and deranged about potential tornados; however, I am much more likely to keep myself together if they would just show The effing Office.