I kept finding a mess at the side door, and picking up all the crap and wondering why the kids were just throwing recycling on the floor and not putting it in the bins, and then emptying the bins. That is a Kid Job, not a Mom Job. Over and over, tins and boxes on the floor.
Turns out Ari was finding stuff all over the floor and tidying it up as well, and thinking I was just tossing egg cartons and cans without looking. He was picking them up and thinking, “Mom really needs to stop doing that.”
Heard a bunch of noise last night as I was finishing up some work. Marco was also doing some work.
That’s all I got for tonight. I’m just sitting here watching the world burn. Brought back a bottle of Tito’s on my last trip to the U.S. I’m glad, because it looks like it might be my last for a while. I will not be taking any holidays or doing any work trips to the U.S. until this tyrant is reined in.