SOS
I have a confession to make.
I have live-in help with the kids.
Until last week, when he went home to spend Christmas with his mom, Grandma Linda. Which means, yes, my brother-in-law lives with us. AND I MISS YOU, Dwight!!!! Because without you,
These rejuvenating dates with my husband would have never been possible.
Thank you for all you help, Dwight. It’s so nice being able to leave the kids with you.
P p p p please come back soon. It’s getting crazy around here. There’s so much blood! Toys everywhere! I need backup!
what to do?
You know you live in California are a slacker when you have to decide,
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Should I spend tomorrow morning with the kids, stockpiling water and other necessities, reviewing emergency procedure, in the face of a 30% big aftershock possibility (which, incidentally, lasts until Tuesday?) or…
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Should we skip school and drive to the beach for the 7 foot swells at Manresa?
I mean, after all, Ford has a cold. And what kind of parent am I to send a sick child to school? Oh, the stress! A tent, a sleeping bag, thermos of tea and a tote full of books–Tsunami risk aside, the cool, salty mist sounds very therapeutic.