Holy scientific shit storm. I think that my wife and our fifteen year old daughter vibrate at different molecular frequencies. It’s OK when I’m around to act as an insulator but remove me from the equation and bad harmonics build until things explode. The bot keeps sending me SOS texts from his bunker and I can only type back to remain quiet and hidden. Nothing is safe from a nuclear blast. I have to figure out how to get these two communicating when I leave town because from a distance I am useless.

It’s gotten so bad that last night I couldn’t sleep trying to figure out a fix. Sadly I’m not sure you can repair a hormone fueled mother daughter relationship nearing dead center of the teenage years. I am puzzled and perplexed. The lack of sleep plus the pressure of presenting doesn’t help but the only conclusion I could figure out won’t work. Separation isn’t an option as our shoebox of a house doesn’t allow for that. I almost made the fatal mistake of pointing out that an airstream in the back yard would make the perfect Honeycomb Hideout but that would be making it about ME and no good will come of that…

Plus it doesn’t help that I’m down here in the sun as they await a snowstorm at home. I won’t even be home until Saturday night after 10:00pm. Father slash (yes I realize that I just typed the word slash instead of /. I blame my current mental handicap) husband of the year award out already for 2012