Not to mention a slow economy, stress from driving half my life away, and my kids growing up faster than it takes a Manny HR to leave Fenway.
So I start the new job on Monday, and I've taken some vacation time with the family this week, which if you read this train wreck on a regular basis you've already deduced.
Today was "Shrek 3" at the dollar theatre, swimming this afternoon, and playing "Pirates of the Caribean" with Rakes on the PS2 tonight. You would not BELIEVE how excited the boy got that we beat Davey Jone's ship and rescued Elizabeth Swann from Tortuga. I have no idea what any of that means, but if Rakes is happy, I'm happy.
Plus, the fact he did it with the help of his Dad seemed to please him to no end. Which made me tear up like a girl, but that's a whole nother story.
My boy wants to be Captain Jack Sparrow, an alcoholic, effiminate pirate with father figure issues.
I keep telling myself it could be worse.
He could want to be THIS guy.::shivers::