The General has choir practice on Wednesday nights, which also happen to coincide with the same night we get The Boy for our half of the week. This means Wednesday nights are Single Parent Nights for me. Last week, we went to Ax Man to get supplies for The 3 Day, which included a red beret for him. And tonight? He’s been grounded for a month from all video games for a situation which I won’t mention, because it might be embarassing or something? I don’t know; this is why I’m not a parent. Except for three hours on Wednesdays.

I was late getting home from work, because I had to take care of some situations. One that involved me yelling “FUCK” at a colleague, because I completely lost my temper. Oops.

Anyway, now I don’t know what to do with him. I’ve asked Twitter, and they’ve suggested things like “teach him hold ‘em”, “take him to Wisconsin and buy him a beer”, or the all-important “make him watch the Twins game”. But I’ve decided to make him walk to the gas station and buy milk, so we can have macaroni and cheese with our dinner that also consists of frozen chicken kiev and tator tots.

But I guess since it’s dark, I should probably walk with him. And, you know, be an adult.