Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Struggle is Real

Tuesday I dropped off Peach for marching band camp and headed to work.  About 10 minutes later my phone rings. 

"Mom, I can't find my music."  
"It was right there with your drill folder."
"It's not there."
"Did you look inside?"
"Yes, it's not there."
"I can't go home and look for it, I'm at work."
"Well, I don't have my music."
"You'll just have to share, I can't bring it to you."

No saves.  That's the policy for the new year.  I swear.  No I'm serious.  I mean it.  

Later, I relay the story to Charlie as I could use some validation.  He listens to my story and says...

"You're an American bad ass."

I seriously could not love another human being more than that man.  He makes my adulting possible.


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