Sunday, January 18, 2015

Bitten to Death by Ducks

That's what my "Alaska Mom" (See prior post of same title) calls it when your kids win the war. She should know: She raised four of them through decades of Alaskan winters.

The parental authority in my home has always been something of a Potemkin Village--a sort of false facade and shoddy construct that crumbles at the slightest provocation.

Today, the veil of authority was pierced and I spent the day being bitten to death by ducks.

It's too long and involved to get into. Suffice it to say that the day started with leftover birthday cake for breakfast; continued with nonstop sheets of freezing cold rain; and ended with the kids doing workout videos on YouTube in the living room.

And that last bit very quickly descended into the two of them beating the absolute living shit out of each other.

Only an hour until bedtime...



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