Bad morning this morning. Very bad. Screaming, stomping, punching the car door.
No, not me - that was Caitlin.
I turned into Robo-Mom with the Rictus Grin.
It was bad. All because she wouldn't button her own pants or ask for help doing so. I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to!
Anyway, I'm heading out to Canada tomorrow morning with no way of posting here, so hang tight and maybe I'll have more stories when I return. I still owe you more Kansas stories, too.
Ciao!
2 comments:
Did she at least have good alignment when she punched the car?
sigh. Mama said there would be days like this.
Have a good trip anyway... are you brinking Miss. Goodness and Light with you?
Couldn't tell if her alignment was good, since I was staring fixedly out the front window of the car.
Yeah, I took her with. Eric went to NYC alone since Grandma Emma was dying.
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