6pm. We have just walked in the house. Home from Mac’s piano lessons. Sailor has slept thru his violin lesson. He will not be returning to his lessons next week. It was not working out. It was supposed to be fun. He was not having fun and I was not enjoying being yelled at for not practicing.
We walked home in a rain storm. A bad one. We are all drenched. Sailor, standing in his underwear in the bathroom, tells me, “That was cold and scary! All that survived was my underpants!”
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