why we do this

She comes up to me and gives me a hug. "That's for being a great dad this year and last year."

After everything that's happened, that's why I am here.

I am emotionally crushed. This is a fucking pit.

So much of this was all a lie.

It's easy to imagine the worst when the people you no longer see are mostly remembered for being horrible in so many ways.

my daughter asked me to scratch her back. Guess there are things her iPad can't provide with an App.

http://www.businessinsider.com/lasting-relationships-rely-on-traits-2015-11

trust and intimacy.

Why exactly are we barely into the new year and the school system has a teacher's workday following a holiday for a four day weekend? Some people don't have enough vacation days saved up already. Guess this is what happens when someone in charge wants to take their family to DisneyWorld.

I'm tired of being judged by the bitter and resentful.

Some day this time of the year will be merely about recollection and not merely pain.

This article explains the entire Disney Princess business and everything we have to touch at Toys R Us and the Disney Store.
http://www.bloomberg.com/features/2015-disney-princess-hasbro/

I've been told that my daughter was singing Taylor Swift.

I'm a failure as a parent.

I just want to enjoy the holiday week with my daughter.

I have never been more capable to receive and give love than now.

In order to make the Christmas holiday more enjoyable, we shall be celebrating Christmas on Christmas Eve. Next year she wants to celebrate Hanukkah with me. Neither of us are Jewish so it will probably be a awkward as our trip to the ice skating rink. it's about the experience.

Josie and I begin watching I Am Big Bird the documentary about Carroll Spinney. The film is rather rough and no happy muppet-like. They go into how Carroll's first wife. How she didn't care about his work and just was vicious to him. Carroll had a younger daughter too. Both of us cry. We have to take a break from the film since we found ourselves relating too much.

She's upset at me because I won't come to lunch today. But it's such a long trip. I basically would drop her off to school. Spend barely an hour at home before getting back in the car to drive up for lunch. Come back home for barely an hour and drive back up to get her after school. It's 4 1/2 hours on the road for the day.

I feel bad that I can't easily join her for lunch.

It is hard to believe in the love of the baby Jesus and the wonder of the Holy family when for the third straight year, I don't get to share Christmas dinner with my daughter.

Christmas miracles are for old people who can't get enough of lame Hallmark movies.

Beanbag time would have been so much better than sofa time since there's not feeling of being schmushed against the back. Relaxing instead of feeling trapped.

You know what makes life better? A massive beanbag that's perfect for two people.

I do not like it when in the midst of my uncertain future, demands are made on my time as if I'm in control of the clock.