Snowday Blues
Oh, School, how you live to torment me. You'd think, since I'm 22 years old, grammar school issues would be a thing of the past. Yeah, about that, not so much. Monday through Friday I get my sister's three kids on the bus because she's already left for work at that point, and I only have morning hours on the weekend. But lately? There has been two-hours delay a couple times a week, and my greatest fear, school closings!
Now. Don't get me wrong. I love these kids. Hell, I've had a hand in raising them.
But while they are perfectly behaved on any other normal day off, they go *wild* on days when school has been canceled. It's like a spark ignites in them. I've stopped the two youngest from tearing each other apart twice today. And I'm listening to an argument brew as we speak.
Hold that thought.
Okay, back. It's days like these that remind me why I'm very careful about sex. A little helpful advice, friends, remember THERE IS EVIL OUT THERE. And today it's in my kitchen, fighting over who has to clean up the spilled Quick Mix.
Now. Don't get me wrong. I love these kids. Hell, I've had a hand in raising them.
But while they are perfectly behaved on any other normal day off, they go *wild* on days when school has been canceled. It's like a spark ignites in them. I've stopped the two youngest from tearing each other apart twice today. And I'm listening to an argument brew as we speak.
Hold that thought.
Okay, back. It's days like these that remind me why I'm very careful about sex. A little helpful advice, friends, remember THERE IS EVIL OUT THERE. And today it's in my kitchen, fighting over who has to clean up the spilled Quick Mix.