My fifth grader, already aware that his homework was going way later into the night than I like, was preparing for Wednesday morning here, which we like to refer to as "Screamy Insane Mommy Losing it with Three Mollassas-ass Whiners-Day."
Wednesdays are when they transition to Dad's house, and we run around gathering the extra stuff they need while they're gone two nights: Nintendo chargers, cleats, blankies, Fluffy I and Fluffy II, books to show Daddy how reading is coming along, homework, Too…
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