Is April 14th, who knew!
You know how when something you're doing isn't working and you come to that crossroads, either start over fresh, or swear and yank and wrench at it? Like, say, reaching way back in the dairy case to get a carton of milk that isn't about to expire, and your arm gets stuck, and you can either let go and try again, or haul on that goddamn carton of milk with all your might while screaming WET CLEANUP ON AISLE TEN, B1TCHEZ!
And your conscious mind knows the right path, but end up watching in dismay as you growl and pull and make a complete mess of everything?
That's todays parenting.
Happily Auntie Burl offered to pick Fuss up and spirit him away to something called an 'egg drop', where there's a fire engine and Cousin Fiend and assorted shenanigans, which saved all concerned from further displays of frustrated ineptitude.
He should be back around nap time, which will hopefully give the 'Impatient Dumbass' switch in my brain time to re-set.
This evening we're off to see Meek's etchings hung in the annual Cuesta Student Art Show, allowing me to end this disaster of a day on a cultural note. The gala starts at six, stop in if you like art. I can't vouch for the rest of the show, but Meek's stuff will be fantastic.
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