I drink because my kids cry...

So I'm home sick today, while still trying to work on some project shizzy and bam! Maximus runs up the stairs bare-assed with Leibear following behind yelling, "He gotta poo! I SAID HE GOTTA POO!"

Just simply awesome! So, for those bible following peeps and believers of the whole Adam & Eve story (the origin of man story not the Adult Video company), the woman was created to serve man and the woman was then punished for eating from the tree of knowledge with childbirth. What wasn't said, was that man was also punished for following the woman by having to listen to women talk about the most illogical things. Guys, if you dare, sit there and when your lady gets home ask her, ask her how her day went and what she did and you will know what i'm talking about. Ok sorry ADHD kicking in again! OOOO! Whats that? SHINY! Where were we...oh yeah alcoholism by kids. So I put Maximus on the porcelein poop eater and right off the bat he stares up and lets a huge one rip while laughing! My boy!

As for the recent onset of alcoholism, last night was insane asylumville. The Tim Sylvia of Scene It goes out to do some chick fondue shizzy with her sister, DeeDee, and her girl Michigan. She takes off and I'm there finishing the final scoops to Tygie and Kikai, while trying to cook (and by cook, I'm ordering Papa Johns). Then just like that krickity kraow! the twins go into their best Axl Rose "Welcome to the Jungle" screams!!! And on cue Maximus and Leibear start on the WE HUNGRY! FEED US! YOU SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD DAD! rant about food. The whole house is immersed in crying, whining, and nagging. I basically stop and think, "Makers Mark sounds good right now." As the fellas would say, "Sounds like your whining...boo freakin hoo!" And ya I am, I mentally tapped out that night... Kids are undefeated vs their dad. Loser drinks!