Man, two people working outside the home gets crazy with children, and pets, and one car (and driver). I haven't quite figured out how to keep track of everyone's schedules (we have five iPhones, two kids in band/orchestra, one kid in the equivalent of Glee Club who is about to get a WTF LEARNER'S PERMIT, a set of braces to maintain, an overgrown yard, and too many damn animals), and to complete my joy, my lungs shit the bed again and I saw my doctor today and was put on some restrictions at work and a two-week steroid taper. Which means that after I dropped Hotter at work and came home I still had to make dinner while the boys dove at me with permission slips and Chromebook infraction notices and school supply requests, and this was me running to get the phone...to find out that they gave Hotter the night off TO TAKE CARE OF ME, meaning another hour and a half round-trip, with the younger two boys, to go and get him. Ho ho ho!
The good news is that the commute to work is apparently crawling with Pokestops, and the backseat was FULL of balls by the time we got home! So that's swell.
How are all of YOU?