It's been a long week. Rakes and Ciera are in week three of a LONG school year in which Rakes asked Ang Wednesday night "Is Summer next week?" after hearing her tell Ciera that we'd go to the beach next summer. Something tells me the boy isn't exactly thrilled about being cooped up in school 5 days a week, although he's managed to keep his conduct card on green through will power, some deception, and sheer blind luck.
Add on the fact I started feeling like roadkill last Saturday, had a migraine from hell for about 16 hours on Sunday, and for the rest of the week generally felt like I'd either been in a car wreck or a gang initiation, whichever one hurts the most.
Throw in the fact Ang is back in the workplace for the first time in 6 years, dealing with hormonal teenagers and a wicked degree of stress combined with coming home to three children usually in need of Prozac, Ritilin, or a Morphine drip most nights and I'm tweaking like some crack addict at 3 a.m. in Times Square.
So it was that I found myself driving home tonight, pounding my horn at the 87 year old lady going 25 in the left lane while trying to keep up with the game on ESPN on my phone and at the same time cursing rain in Boston, the Yankees in general, and Volvo's on the sheer principle nobody should drive a Volvo.
It was in this moment of totally unjustified freak out the following song came on the radio; "Cinderella" by Steven Curtis Chapman. Mind you, I only drive the man van to church on Sundays, so it's remotely possible I've never heard this song. But according to Ang, as I got out of my car with tears in my eyes while I told her about it, apparently this song has been around for years.
Just when I thought that flipping "Butterfly Kisses" song was tough I had to go and hear this one.
Oh yeah; The Red Sox/ Rays got postponed and Sunday is a double header.
Like I needed MORE stress.
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