For some reason this week I have been demoted to "least favorite parent". It comes in waves and I understand it and, generally speaking, it doesn't bother me. Today I was sort of irked though. When I got home from work Christian and La Luz were ensconsed watching The Little Mermaid and my presence in the house after being gone ALL DAY basically went unnoticed, with the exception of Loki who is always good for a big hello after a long day. Here they are, oblivious:
And to add insult to injury, I really don't like cartoons of any type, especially the Disney type. I hate the profound, aching sadness, it overwhelms me. It all started with Bambi and Dumbo. Christian, on the other hand, loves cartoons. He even admitted to seeing this particular one in the movie theater. I find that very strange, though he claims he has a perfectly legitimate explanation having something to do with a girl that he really liked at the time. Sounds suspicious to me. Well, now he has somebody new to watch cartoons with. Meanwhile, I suppose I will do some laundry, because there is nothing I would rather do after a long day at work.