So the tribe is out of school for the summer holidays and I'm wondering why we didn't sell them all to the travelling circus when we had the chance.
Our people are loud. I mean LOUD. They are completely incapable of not screaming for something.
"PASS ME THE SALT."
"I NEED TO GO POTTY."
"MOM. ROSIE'S WALKING TOWARDS ME."
"DID YOU KNOW TODAY IS TOMORROW?"
My head hurts from the noise.
Poor Nephew Michael, who only arrived here on Thursday for the month, is already missing the quiet and normal fights he has with his siblings.
"The screaming," he bemoaned, "Jeeeez. I prefer normal fights where people at least hit."
The white wine stock is quickly diminishing and I think Hubster might actually be working long hours just because he can, not because he has too. Who can blame him though? This place is a nut house.
Vacation. A stay at home mom's worst nightmare.