WTFriday!

I've been trying to control my temper since my heart attack, so that I don't stress myself to the point of having another hospital stay. As any parent can tell you, though, having children is stressful enough.

In order to become the awesomest passive-agressive father I can be, my wife has asked me to refrain from yelling to convey my displeasure. (Apparently, blogging to the entire internet is fair game, though!)

I had told my oldest daughter to return this school book a total of 5 times before yesterday. I found it stuffed in the back of a closet, where she stores her backpack.

After doing my lamaze breaths, yoga poses, and finally stopping my eye from twitching, I decided to verbalize my displeasure at her actions. A very public display of displeasure should deter future decisions to not heed my instructions.....right?

WTFriday!

Seriously. I have to schedule appointments, because I'm sure my kids are 90% deaf (meaning they only hear 10% of what I say). I know now why the kids shows repeat everything 50 times...it's because until the age of 21, you don't listen the first 49. 

I ALMOST had a "moment". The below scene flashed through my brain, and I almost quoted it verbatim......

For those parents that sometimes feel like they're speaking a different language......enjoy!

Edit: Apparently, Mr. Tarantinto doesn't like embedding his work onto awesome blogs. Here is a link to the youtube video.(NSFW)

Do they speak English on What?