-We registered Warren for school. They start school at age four here, what we'd consider pre-k, but it's mandatory and it's free and it's ALL DAY. The program we use to get free private fancy school for Ava and Scott doesn't kick in until you turn five (because America is so on top of education) so he's going to the good ole state school around the corner. Which means three drop off, and more importantly, three pick ups EVERY DAY between 3:15 and 3:30. Um, that's not physically possible. Haven't worked out what I'm going to do about that one yet...
More devastating that the transportation issues, Warren's schedule is WAAAY harsher. The bigs get two weeks for every half term, Warren only gets one. Bigs get three for term breaks, Warren gets two. And worst of all, the bigs finish next summer on July 3rd and Warren finishes on the 25th!!! And my mom goes back to work the first week of August!! I wanted to do a Mediterranean cruise, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?!?!
My life is hard. Lol. Don't hate.
-My house is like a war zone. I'm at my wit's end. What a stupid expression, but there you have it. Nothing else describes my head right now. This house is too big (I know, woe is me) to be functional and keep clean. I mean, we have two full rooms we don't use, AT ALL. The kitchen is so big that it's super easy to just shove stuff into the empty cupboards, but then after six months, you've got cupboards overflowing with shit. Know what I mean? I guess it's pretty obvious now that I'm spelling it out that some serious purging needs to happen. Groan. Better get on that this week before we start round two (of three) of guests.
I'm eating my words. It's hot. Londoners, sorry I laughed at you. You were right. Fuck.
-I know you can't have favorites and I know it used to be Scott. And Ava. And even Warren, once. But now?!?! Look at this FACE!!! Look at this HAT!!! She's the winner.
And now that's all I've got for reals.