Surviving Parenting: Ass Kicking 101

Some days you just plain get your ass kicked. Not a funny witty smart-ass isn't it cute ass kicking, I'm talking plain old fashioned knock your teeth out ass-kicking. I'm not going into details about how damn awful today was because hell, it was bad enough the first time, just know that it started off with a 4.5 hour Anderson Window consultation. I am not joking. 4.5 hours. These damn windows should be free after using up 4.5 hours of my time. Fuck. Don't these people realize I have fences to build? And when in the hell did it become ok for windows to cost the same as LCD TVs? Shit I'll just install 12 gigantic LCDs in the house over my ugly windows. I could be in Paris with the push of a button. Bejeezus. And it only got worse from there. Enough said.

So at the end of the day, after we get the kids to bed, me and the wife look at each other, shake our heads, and say...holy shit. Yeah, one of those days. So all you can do as parents on days where you get your teeth kicked in, is just try and smile and find some small happiness to help put the day behind you. Here was tonight's solution.


Ghetto Box Vanilla Ice Cream with poached pears and red wine reduction.

We have a soft spot for ghetto ice cream. Has to come in a box with loads of artificial flavors and colors. We had some left over poached pears from Sunday dinner. The pears came from our farm box and we had poached them in two parts Cabernet to one part sugar.


It's really important to try to make it look as pretentious as possible. Really really delicious. Cracked a smile. Finally felt the day lifting.


Whatever it takes. Good night and good riddance to today.