It’s one of those days where the only “playing nicely” that is happening in our house is Harper, naked, swinging a wet washcloth around the kitchen while Willem played with a dust brush on the floor. This was after Harper dumped a bunch of water all over the bathroom floor and the dog acted like she wanted to eat the UPS man.
The really rough thing is I don’t get a break when Chad gets home. Nope. I get to rush off to work to close the store. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Oh and Harper learned a new word today: beer.