Living the Dream....

 

A few days ago it was my son's 22nd birthday, and this is how it went. My son came home with his new girlfriend, and a giant tattoo of a hedgehog on his arm. How nice for him that he lives with his mum and doesn't have any financial obligations like rent, or bills, so all his spare cash can go on hedgehog tattoos.
Then my 16 year old daughter tells me she will no longer be participating in the $2700 soccer club she previously told me she was dying to join. She graciously let me know; "you know my life philosophy. I just want to do what makes me happy."
 HOW. AWESOME. ME TOO...
I will be paying for this soccer club through June, working three jobs, getting home some days after midnight and then getting up at 6.30 the next morning...I told my son to take her to her friend's house for the night as I had an overwhelming desire to punch her in the face, and as a mandated reporter I would have to turn myself in to Child Protective Services. In addition to which it is really poor form to punch your kids. Or so I've heard.