I accidentally ate 9 Oreos (dipped in milk) last night. Maggie was pissed (they are hers).
I can understand and appreciate political discussions. Yet when ignorant comments are made, accusations flung, I tend to lose my patience. You are an adult. You are white, you are privileged. The fact you consider issues which you are unable to relate to a “non-issue”,or worse yet, “fake news”?!!? I take great offense with that. Again, not to be sanctimonious….
Juvenile hall was amazing, I made a deal with one of my kids: he 
does ____, I wouldn’t eat sugar for a week. Maggie was very happy with this. Then off to the next site to meet with my four clients. This would’ve put me into the “500-hours remaining” range, but one client canceled, so I sit at 600 hours remaining until I can take my licensure exam.
Texted my girl to start cooking dinner. She’s supposed to be heading to school tomorrow. When I got home the boy had started a fire for me and a delicious dinner of roasted brussel sprouts, delicious mashed potatoes and a seared steak with a garlic-soy glaze was ready. Yet the poor girl was exhausted and felt horrible, heading to bed to sleep. I’m not so sure she will make it. Dinner was certainly delicious, though.
A short week, yet a long one. I have been looking forward to seeing the Hips in Oakland, yet if Maggie makes it, has an early volleyball practice Saturday, and a tourny on Sunday, so I’ve sold my ticket and I’ll spend the evening with my kids. I love doing that, anyway.
Pictures: Thank you, Mr Jackson, for putting my thoughts into facial expressions. “Non-issue”, my ASS!; Characters we met during our walk during therapy.
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