The soundtrack of this family is a ongoing loop of one-hit-teen-X-factor-star-of-the-week tracks. And sometimes I just HATE IT !
Me arranging Billy Joel for this family Saturday breakfast was not a home-run with wife and kids. And I can deal with that.
BUT Jesus Christ. One of these mornings, sitting at the table, looking at my family as if I just came down from the moon. The teen-daughter being dragged out of bed with her “dead-fish-eyes” just not ready for the day – not up for this world. The youngest up since 06.00 AM – behaving like ball in a pinball machine – and always always acting out at the table. And the lovely lovely lady totally disagreeing with even my slightest attempt to have just a minimum of table manners. Each and every family member – wife mostly – soon turning eyes on me for even just breathing politely (poor me, right !).
In situations like this morning I still have an issue dealing with my soberness. Everything being oh so fucking “balanced” – oh so “centered”. I feel more like kicking our annoying cat or run the street yelling at our neighbor for just no reason while he is emptying his mailbox. I simply feel as if I miss the trouble-making – miss fucking things up. The “If we are to have an argument tonight anyway baby, then let me then give You the perfect reason !” kind of mad. (genius thinking – King Baby ! )
And do I know what road this Saturday was heading just a few month ago. 10:30 AM and now I am already on my 3rd Diet Coke.
Plan to spent rest of day cleaning and sorting boxes in the dark loft – my X-ray vision come handy – while playing MY music loud – in MY head speakers 😉
Making the world a better place I will leave for tomorrow.
Must learn ways of dealing with “stupid family” – one Saturday morning at a time.