Fiddler's damn

It's been a while. Sorry about that. Hopefully, your holidays were wonderful. I came back all refreshed. Things were great for about a week. I think my kids were sated with long vacations, horror movies, running wild, and playing video games. There weren't any problems. I actually was beginning to feel thoughts of love and bonding with them.

I say "was" because things have gone back to the way they were. My kids have resumed their lack of care. They are lazy and angry. More than I've ever seen them. It's only January. I don't get it.

I wish I could say that they were excited and thrilled about the Obama inauguration. They don't seem to give a fiddler's damn. Fiddler's damn. I read that in Revolutionary Road the other day. People just don't use terms like that anymore. I've been waiting for a chance to use it. There you go. Anyhow, I write from the front lines and I wish I could say the kids are excited, ready, and willing to learn. In fact it's just the same as it ever was. My kids don't give a fiddler's damn. I, however, do and will continue to work my ass off. Obama said yesterday that we've got to work hard because no one else is going to do it. Well, I'm doing it. It would be nice if my kids got that message. Mr. Obama, if you're reading, please come by any day between 8 and 3. Lend a hand. I can use it.