Raise a Glass And Kiss My Ass

This time of year is hard on many of us. Some of us are buried in four feet of snow and the rest of you think I am exaggerating about that fact. Some of us are avoiding the mailbox because the bills from an indulgent Christmas season are rolling in and the rest of you are...well, we are probably all doing that. Some of us are feeling like shitty parents because our kids are acting out and they get too much screen time and they hardly eat and we've missed four appointments this month and the rest of you are...well, liars. 

Either way, many of us are tired. Tired of being tired. So tired that some of us can barely craft this post. So, I would like to propose an idea. Let's take an evening. Just you guys and me. We'll wait until the kids are asleep and we'll raise a glass. We'll raise a glass to all of it. Let's drink to everything that sucks (that's the kiss my ass part) and everything that doesn't--everything that builds us up and everything that tears us down. I want to sip my drink and know that you are, sitting on your couch among piles of laundry and a house in desperate need of cleaning like mine, sipping one with me. I don't care if it's water or wine, gin or juice, but I want you to take a moment and say cheers to all of it because it makes you a GODDAMN rockstar.

Hey, at least we have each other. We'll meet here on that day (virtually, of course) and we'll drink together. 

Date: March 7th, 2015
Time: After the kids go to bed.
Place: Your couch.
Dress: Hoodie and yoga pants (pants optional)

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