Being an adult child
I suck so much at dealing with my parents. I wish I was the type of guy who could just accept them for their faults and failures (both past and present) and be a good/present adult child in their lives.
But I can’t.
I struggle every day with accepting and trusting them. They never did anything horrible to us, but they have never resembled anything like consistent/caring parents.






Finn was in and out most of yesterday afternoon with a friend. Later in the day, I met up with him at the school playground where his friend’s mom was hanging out with a bunch of other kids as well. Somehow she (who I will mention here is married with two kids, one of whom is Finn’s BFF) and I started talking about dating and sex, which eventually led to me telling her I have a vasectomy. You know the typical parent playground conversation.
I have to admit, I’m digging the Tumblr after just a couple inconsistent months. It’s like the beautiful bastard love-child of Facebook and Twitter; topic based micro-communities mixed with a lot of great, absurd and wonderfully inappropriate re-sharing.