All This Cheese Gonna Make Me Cry

I'm about done with emotional males. I mean, enough already.

Take this for what it's worth, I'm an acting-single parent trying to raise two little boys in a messed up world. I'm a little to the left - rejecting gender stereotypes and encouraging these future men to get in touch with their emotions and, by all means, let it out.

However, I'm a bit daunted by all the godd*mned boo-hoos.

Tonight's crying jags brought to you by two tired six year-olds and:

- Aftercare. Seems the group leader gave a treat for Best Behavior to someone else besides Oldest, who's gotten it three days in a row. I know. The injustice.
- Mommy, who announced dinner time after a half-hour of football in the backyard.
- Mommy again, who doesn't allow: I do not what the numbers are? as a homework spelling sentence. Because it doesn't make any sense.
- Brother. Apparently he "won't stop looking at me."
- Mom once more for saying, "Enough" after ten jellybeans.

Best friend Becky has a sign in her kitchen that says, "Memories Made Here." I want a sign that says, "Sack up, boys!"

Now, who is this morose motherf*cker right here?

Sack up, old man. Done, I tell you.