Not completely. And not on any particular kid. But on matching socks.
Between services I’m going to desecrate the Sabbath and go buy each boy and maybe each girl a new package of socks for the week.
We’re trying to frantically pack everyone because last night when we were supposed to be frantically pack everyone we were dealing with two very angry, very hurt, very confused little girls who act like mature women until things get to be too much and then it all falls apart and we realize that they're really just babies inside sometimes.
So this morning is frantic. By tonight I will hopefully be peacefully blogging from some nice hotel in Atlanta...
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