My entire lower back is covered in bruises caused by a combination of these two things:
1. There has been a lot of playing rough in the last 48 hours, even by our rowdy standards. The Jr VP doesn’t believe that he can actually harm me, so in his mind pretty much nothing is off limits when it comes to abusing Daddy. His new signature move is one he calls the Flying Monkey: he will run at and then jump on you, screaching like a monkey the whole time. Since I am already on the ground at the time (usually trying to shield the AK from the Flying Monkey), this one hurts. It’s very possible that last night he reinjured a rib I cracked at the coast a few months back. The shooting pains would seem to indicate that possibility.
2. The Jr VP came into my room at quarter to six this morning and crawled into bed with me. It was nice. For about 5 minutes. At 5:50 he was ready to get up and start the day. I was not and told him that I was going back to sleep and that he should too. He didn’t like that answer. For about an hour he laid there and harassed me while I tried to sleep. Part of the harassment was the occasional kick or punch in the back. Thanks a lot son.
This is what happens when the CFO leaves for a few days. I am damn glad she gets home tonight. A few more nights like these and I am going to end up in a wheelchair.
