I had some dreams ... they were klowns in my koffee.

(With apologies to Carly Simon)

This is my journey through job transition from a toxic environment to a better life. Join me for a few thoughts and a few laughs along the way.
What are "klowns in my koffee"? They are the factors large and small that make you less than you are. A "klown" can be a grossly incompetent boss,
a short-sighted policy or a moronic coworker. They won't kill you, at least not immediately, but they abrade the soul
as you scrape past them to get through the day. Sometimes it's best to dump them out of the cup.


Day 220 - Child Discipline by Milky Way

Daily Kup (My Life in that Gap between Breaking a Heart and Breaking a Hip)
I am glad that my kids are going back to school tomorrow. It feels terrible to say that but it's the regrettable truth. I broke down and parked them in front of a movie this afternoon. It was a wholesome family movie but it kept them out of the kitchen while I ate their Halloween candy out of frustration.

Stealing my children's Halloween candy is my sophomoric and fattening attempt to restore balance in the world. "Punch your sister, little man? Go to your room for an 8 minute time out." Little does he know that a fun-size Snickers from his bag is sacrificed to pay for his sins.

And there's a peanut butter cup in the little girl's bag labeled 'To be ingested in case of whining that exceeds 45 minutes.'

Hers, not mine.

My husband came around the corner and caught me on tiptoe with my arm in the black plastic cauldron. There was staring, silence and then:

"You've gone to the dark side, haven't you?"

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