It’s impossible to write demonic warfare to the sound of insane giggling. I know when I’m beat. I also know when it’s time to join in the fun!
It’s all crazy. Lunches were made. Pictures were taken. And then the craziness ensued. There was a bus, yes, but it was taking my son to the wrong school. We just managed to get him to school, then turn around and retrace our steps to get our daughter to her school. Now the baby (hello, baby) thinks that … Read More