As I write this, Day 20 of being with my kids nonstop is waning.
Tomorrow’s dawn will bring with it Day 21
Tensions are running high and frustrated tears are appearing at closer and closer intervals.
Son is determined to channel my older brother
while Daughter’s voice has taken on a shrill pitch that only Professor Xavier would encourage.
My steps vacillate between life-saving computer and X-Box timer with the daze of a zombie (or lovesick fangirl)
I hold out hope that dangerous winter temperatures will rise tomorrow, allowing me to push the kids outside and lock the door!
I will continue to hold out hope, it’s the only thing (along with various Richard Armitage fanvids) that is keeping me sane.
on a more positive note: we now have Ketchup!