
Why can’t my son just get up in the morning like a normal my-life-is-full-of-rainbows-and-unicorns-and-cotton-candy person? Why must he instead wake up like a rabie-infected-lion-on-the-prowl-for-food-and-you-look-like-a-big-juicy-Tbone-steak?? When I try to wake him up you would think he was some angry at the world punk teenager. He screams at me. Tells me no. Thrashes around in his bed [...]












