You ever have one of those days where you seriously contemplate sending your kids off to military school until they reach the age of 21? You know the kind I'm talking about; the ones where you utter "How come Bill Cosby never had this kind of day on the Cosby Show and you can't tell me one of HIS kids never took a whiz on the living room rug, even though the bathroom is 5 feet away?" sort of moments.
How come we never saw Cliff Huxtable have to deal with kids taking off all their clothes at the public pool, trying to stuff Buzz Lightyear down the toilet, or his 10 year old daughter Rudy wanting to know why exactly she couldn't get her eyebrow pierced?
Plus, we never saw him have one of those coma inducing arguments with his spouse where both of you keep saying the same thing that the other one thinks is a load of crap, leaving both parties looking for the next available steel pole to bang their head repeatedly into.
Have I mentioned how much I hate off-days?
Red Sox/White Sox starting tomorrow night.
Maybe I can put off that group therapy session after all.