This could very easily be the flip side to my thread of debauchery, because I also have the dopey dad side of my life. But rather than chronicle the details of my slow domestic devastation, I choose to highlight the fleeting moments of sexual whimsy that occasionally climax with a few minutes of squishing noises followed by an intense longing for a nap, alone.
For example, this weekend I spent *my* Friday night giving my younger son a haircut with clippers for the first time. How hard could it be, right? I've shaved my bald head for years now, this'll be a breeze!
What I learned is that when you give your child a less-than-desirable haircut, it is not wise to double-down and try to salvage it. It only makes it much, much, much worse.
His head now looks like a field in Kansas infected with an army of crop circles. I have multiple generations furious at me.