I’ve had it up to HERE with my kids. Seriously, if the next week wasn’t completely scheduled out the wazoo I would be screaming.
Jim offered to let me go out this evening. “Where?” I inquired. There is no where to just hang out. Our boonies doesn’t offer a Starbucks or something like that. So I’m here in the office, door closed, trying to tune them out.
13 days until the first three head back. 21 until Ethan goes and peace reigns in the house again.
Pray for me, people. This is SO NOT FUN.