This week has been…..long. Just a lot of moving parts; Kenny started his new job and has been out of town, which left me to coordinate drop/off pick up for Savannah at school on top of cleaning our entire house for a random home inspection- along with all the other stuff I’ve got going on. It’s a total first world problem, but a bitch is tide’. Miles has been in full on threenager mode, a full month early no less, all month but definitely upped his “lil asshole” game in his dad’s absence. Something about the slightest Change in routines makes kids lose their ever loving shit. Whatever it is, over it. Just when I was wondering about the criminal implications of placing two gently used brown children up for sale to the next Gypsy, Traveling salesman or Carnie they walk in dressed like this. They’re Fire Inspectors here to check “my pipes” for butterflies. Very Official. Good timing, kids.
