Is crazy to say the least. I like the extended breaks from the constant tattling, the whining, and the nonstop battle with the oldest to actually wear clothes that not only fit, but are also clean, and somewhat go together. Today's outfit seriously looked like she intended to go out in a t-shirt and underwear. Shorts that were not her's and a shirt pulled down so far it actually showed her "boobs".... The extensive choruses of," But Grammy gave me these, but Grammy said..." To which my curt . " Listen to me... Put. On. Shorts. That. Fit. You. The. End."
The middle one has seriously changed her attitude. Gone is the excitement in life. She is angry now. Pretty much at me. But of course not sure why, other than right now "I" is here so there are some butt hurt little girls who despite really wanting to go home, HATE to share attention with anyone.
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