How in the heck do you single parents do it???? Jim’s away for the weekend at a NASCAR thing and I’m having a glass of wine at 4:19pm to calm the “I MUST KILL THEM NOW” voices inside my head.
Oh, and in case someone in law enforcement is reading this, I don’t really want to kill them. I just want them to pick up the darn sticks in the backyard and stop whining about it. For 3 hours and 22 minutes.