Just realized that my spring break and Buck’s spring break coincide.

The same damn week. Cannot remember the last time any of my kids’ spring breaks and mine occurred the same week. Now it will be a week of Buck and I home together. My fire, his gasoline. No, reverse that. He’s the one that’s been playing with fire.

We might kill each other.

I think I might stay at the other house. Have a vacation away from everyone.

If BR gets the internet up there. He’ll be escaping there when Princess No comes home for her Spring Break, bringing home a friend from college.

A girl friend. Which is why BR is going to the other house. With Buck. Because having Buck around two cute college girls is just not a good thing right now.

When did life get so complicated?


And, oh yeah, when BR is gone at night, I do lock my door when it’s just me and Buck. Makes me sad.

And now I need to stop.

6 Responses to “Well…damn…”

  1. diamond dave Says:

    There’s got to be a better way. Because you should not have to feel like a prisoner in your own home.

  2. Goob Says:

    whew… Thought she was bringing the Sherpa home for a second there…

  3. Mrs. Who Says:

    DD: It is sad…but there’s no other place for him. And I do love him…but I don’t know that he can love. He doesn’t love himself.

    Goob: We’re not ready for that. (Notice I didn’t say ‘yet’…don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for that. You gave us quite some lessons in that yourself.)

  4. pam Says:

    Thank God for the other house!

  5. patti Says:


  6. LC Aggie Sith Says:

    Your plate must be made of forged steel and palladium, reinforced with titanium.

    I pray for you and yours everyday, that the weights are lifted soon.

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