So Josh is on holiday for Easter... I can clearly remember the excitement and feeling of endless possibilty when I was a child but I have no recolection of my mother being as depressed about school holidays as I am right now. It's hell.
Maybe if I didn't work from home and I could escape to an air conditioned office to interact with interesting people for 8 or so hours I'd feel differently, I dunno.
The more I think about it the more I think Janice Dickinson has the right idea, she raised her kids and now that they're at the perfect age to appreciate it she gets her revenge - she must be such a supreme embarrassment to her kids - ahhh, my idol.
Makes sense tho, the little shits spend a good few years embarrassing us (case in point - I take Josh with me to the Hypermarket, he insists on dressing himself - too small shorts, dirty tee shirt, no shoes and a beanie, as well as a plastic muffin pan) why not make it the mission of our 40's to make them miserable, at least they'll never look back and say "Hmm Mom was nice, bit dull tho" no not if you ended up married to their Biology teacher...
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