The Day Where Nothing Goes Right
You know? The day when you wake up out of a nice, beautiful restful sleep because they’re having some sort of screaming fire or something at the apartments behind you (no, there was no fire, just a lot of yelling and noise) and stumble into the kitchen for coffee. After spilling roughly a metric ton of coffee all over the kitchen, you finally get some into where it’s supposed to go and make some coffee.
The kids are a little fractious and your six-year-old hates you because you won’t let him watch TV. You consider putting a brick through the television but settle for putting it out in the garage, removing it from sight but not from the six-year-old’s mind.
Various other things threaten to rain on your parade.
You know? That kind of day.
Then the Teen gets up and says, “I’m so glad to be here. This is like heaven, you know, being here.”
Awwww. And a little later, he gives me this link to some Dante Valentine fan art, which was completely and utterly awesome. Wow.
And the Prince decides he doesn’t hate me at all, he cozies up to me (pretty much just to watch the screen as I type) and the Muffin decides to take care of some stuff that’s been bothering me, so I don’t have to deal with it.
Things are looking up.
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