We decided to indulge Alex with a flying visit to the great grandparents – he asked for it – and he was a little hellion for most of it, and I’m a terrible grandma.
I had probably the worst night’s sleep I’ve had there, ever, but still got six hours, so….
We cruised around the garden, and I’m glad I did. The very very last of the honeysuckle was blooming and I got to smell it.
Seriously thinking of hiring a private investigator for a personal matter.
Alex is growing something amazing. There are tall skinny men on both sides of the family.
Watching fantastic mothers be broken by class warfare and misogyny is not my favourite activity.
