It's always about this time that I remember why I hate having Tamara gone:
I am a horrible mother.
Tamara tries to shift my attention away from this fact, but it is true nonetheless.
I am a Dad. I can only do so much. Thank goodness for the dishwasher and Dominos pizza.
Poor Abigail. I dropped her at a friends house today before I spent my half day vacation at work, I mean, before I went to work and took a half day of vacation, and the little waif had a hairdo that only a mother could love and only a father could have possibly concocted. It wouldn't have been so bad if the do didn't bring to mind certain characters from Hellraiser.
[Above statement is neither a promotion or endorsement of Hellraiser by Eastern Blog Country or any of its contributing authors.]
Thank goodness I finally have all the childrens in bed. Now I can head that way too.