Drew Magary, who writes for Deadspin, is one salty, foul-mouthed mother.
I guess that's why I like his writing so much. Guilty, sophomoric pleasure.
Anyhoo, he wrote perhaps the most honest, blisteringly true paragraph in the history of parenting. It goes something like this.
I don't even like the parts of summer where you DO get to go on vacation. I have kids. Vacationing with kids is fucking AGONY. It's like double the parenting work. You don't have your own bed. They don't have their own beds. You have to fly somewhere, or drive somewhere, and you constantly have to make sure they're all happy and quiet while you're traveling. They stay up late because they don't understand what the hell is going on. There's no relief. There's nothing in the way of rest. You try and convince yourself the whole thing was a good idea when you know, deep in your heart, you're fucking miserable. In fact, the most restful part is returning back home and releasing the kids into the babyproofed section of the house. If you have young kids, you really shouldn't go anywhere. There's no goddamn point.
You can read the rest of his rant about how I too feel at the end of summer: it just needs to go into a corner and die!
Thank God, the weather is turning goldenly perfect, and cool and crisp will give way to the dark winter. A perfect time to stay the hell inside, and watch your 1080 lines of resolution until your eyes sting.