Son#3, a bit volatile this morning, and I are home this morning.
It's almost noon and I have yet to put the poor kid into normal clothes and pack away his pajamas.
I've been paying bills (barf barf) and sipping a dwindling supply of coffee.
All the rain of the morning has dissipated and outside there are blue skies with a wee bit of wind.
This afternoon all three sons of anarchy are going to the hairdresser.
Son#2's glasses broke - AGAIN - and I'm afraid I'll have to buy an entire new pair.
Good grief.
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