Dear God/Goddess, Allah, Jehovah, Jesus, Santa Claus, The three wise men, George Lucas and Stephen Hawkings,
Please put me in a deep cyborg sleep tonight, and have me wake up in three weeks.
This request would allow me to avoid dealing with my spoiled brat 12 year old until he goes back to school, and lessen the chance of a sound beating, because one of us may not make it that long without divine intervention.
My delusional thinking that sons are easier than daughters has come to an end...(almost).
And while you are at it, develop a remote control that I can use to mute crazy people, because there is no arguing rationally with crazy.
Either that, or give me super powers to zap them until they get straight.
I wonder how many people lie on their deathbed thinking, "Why did I get married and have kids when all they do is hover over me and argue?"
Wishing for sanity in the ranks, and quiet in the house,
Your humble sucker of a whipping boy,