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My son is driving me crazy. Bat-sh*t, up the wall, thoroughly and completely insane. There is a long list of reasons for this, but I will leave you with just the last one.
"Oh, Mom, by the way, we have an orchestra concert tonight at 6:30."
Umm...it's 4:40.
Straw that broke the camel's brain.
At least his uniform is clean and there's still time to eat dinner. But that kid is so on my list if he does not go to bed on time tonight.
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Date: 2012-06-13 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-14 12:08 am (UTC)I think we should rent them out so we can at least get some of the money we spend on them recouped.
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Date: 2012-06-14 01:32 am (UTC)Hope the concert at least goes well.
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Date: 2012-06-14 03:38 am (UTC)Use that as your mantra.
Three boys, 29, 28 and 22. I was quite sure I was destined to bury at least one of them in the backyard and say, "Son? Son?? What son?"