So, around 2:00 pm, I have to batten down the hatches and prepare for afterschool madness. As soon as everyone's off the bus, you know how the afternoon's going to go. Crying is usually a bad sign. Once inside, there are kids, and backpacks and shoes and papers going in every direction. Come on people, we built lockers in this house for a reason. Lily is on the counter pulling out sippy cups. Cole's disappered upstairs (*see picture). Grace is crawling around eating crumbs off the floor and Paige is turning on Spongebob. Wow! I think I might have a seizure. OK, "Kids, let's have a little meeting about what we're doing this afternoon." Read: Wha, wha, wha. It's funny, I'm sort of mock complaining. Honestly, I'm never bored. Maybe, one day I'll be infected with radioactive super powers. Then I can take over the world. Or at least keep my floor clean. There's always hope.
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